Demoni

21

Now both my arm and leg movements weren't being controlled by me. I could see and hear everything going on, and the sights were absolutely sickening.

Papa pleaded and pleaded, nothing was working. Mama joined in. Both of them were on their hands and knees begging, crying. Didn't they know that the devil shows no mercy? He enjoys the fact that he can scare people. He likes that he can make people scream and cry. He likes that he can make people drop to their knees and say that they'd do whatever he wanted. He was pure evil.

I screamed and screamed and screamed. By this point he was very angry that I was making him fluctuate his speech again. I made a break through for the third time. To a random person, it would look like I was having a brawl with myself. But to the people who knew what was going on, they knew I was fighting with the demon.

My words began to become weird mumbles. My mind was closing in on my thoughts. Now every thought was the devils. With no brain to think about what to say, all I could do was scream in a language that sounded like Latin or gibberish. It felt like my thoughts had made their way into my heart, and I knew what to do, I just couldn't take action for my body was no longer mine.

As the demon became impatient, he decided if was time for me to shut my mouth. I could see my feet being lifted off the ground.

"Hiberent! Hiberent!" I cried. I didn't know what "hiberent" actually meant. I was trying to say stop, but that just poured out of my mouth.

He lifted me off of the ground, and made me face the wall. I felt every eye in the room on me. "Lee...?" Tommy asked hesitantly.

I stayed there for a good ten seconds, then I felt one of those hot hands grasp the back of my skull. It shoved me right into the wall. It sounded like I was saying "god please help me" without a tongue.

Tommy ran over and tried to grab my foot. "Aleece, please!" He tried to wrap his hand around my ankle, but the demon pulled my bleeding face away from the wall. Tommy stopped there, dead in his tracks. I felt my body shift around so I was facing the chandelier. I looked up, and in that moment, I felt the hot hand throw me right into the glass light. I flipped in the air, and landed on the other side of the room.

"Don't let him win Aleece." Tommy shouted. I felt my hair lift up, making my head lift up as well.

For once, I could actually understand what was coming out of my mouth. "Thomas!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt the hot hand grab my wrist, and began to drag me down the stairs and into the basement.

By the last step, I was back in the air getting thrown to where I had found the rotting corpse of Malena's mother.

One step at a time, I began to regain bits of control. I put my hands out and scratched the floor, just long enough for Tommy to see where the demon was about to drag me.

All I could do was scream. I heard Tommy struggle to move all the furniture in front of the water heater. He grasped my hands and pulled me half way out, with the help of my parents. When I finally slipped out, he tied my hands to the stair case railing.

"Aleece remember who you are." Tommy begged, squeezing my hand. I babbled endless words, and my eye sight began to blur.

Twenty minutes with no progression what's so ever. Tommy wasn't giving up. He untied my hands, and brought me over to a mirror. I still hadn't stopped shouting. He stuck the mirror in my face, and I regained my sight.

There was a woman staring back at me. It was still me, but I could barely recognize the face. My hair was a big knot. My nose was bleeding rapidly. I had cracks in my forehead, real ones too. Bruises covered up my skin. I felt a warm hand place on my shoulder. I turned around to see no one was there. I looked closer into the mirror. I saw a young man standing there, in a white robe. He had shoulder length soft hair, and a short beard. As I looked deeper at his hands. On the palms, there was holes cut into the center. He took his thumb, and wiped a cross in black on my forehead. I felt the demon leave my body, I was lighter on my feet. The bruises and cuts began to disappear.

Amelia rushed down the stairs. No bags under her eyes, no bruises, no cuts, just her pure skin. I stood up, but my legs were a bit flimsy. I smiled at Tommy and he smiled back. That was Jesus Christ.

As we all say out on the porch that morning, the sun shined bright. We all rejoiced that now we were safe.

"Tommy did you see that in there?" I asked, sitting on the front steps. He sat next to me and nodded.

"Do you want to see him the day you die, or the thing that possessed you?"

That was something to think about.