Eyes of a Demon

Chapter 1

My tail swings back and forth on the cracked cement. Hip hop blasting through my headphones as I prance down the street. People walk around me, their significant others or pets right beside them. A chihuahua barks at me but the bigger lady shushes him immediately.

They can't see me. Why? Because I'm a demon. If they want to see me, it has to be my choice or they have to summon me. Which, they have not. My black eyes focus on the sights around me. Every demon has black eyes, it's one of the easiest ways to tell a demon from a mortal. The tail and horns tend to help as well though.

I travel from place to place, from Hell to Earth, I just don't feel like I belong anywhere. Maybe I never will. And that's okay, because I have fun all on my own.

I continue to walk down the street, my head bobbing up and down to the music, my tail swishing from side to side. Hip hop was most popular back when I was alive. Sitting in my high school class, blasting DMX through my MP3 player.

Riiiiiiinnngg!

The sound of a bell sounds over top my music, causing me to turn off my MP3 player. A high school. The time on my watch reads twelve forty seven.

"I have time," I say to myself, walking in.

I walk through the halls, reading locker numbers and posters. "Report bullying," and "We're here for you," Were the majority of them but I know that's just a lie.

My black tennis shoes tap the tile floor as I walk, passing students pay me no mind, looking through me as if I'm invisible. Which I am.

"What are you going to do? Cry?" Someone shouts. It feels almost like a memory, but sounds too real.

"Ha! He actually is! What a fucking loser!"

I head towards the voice with a grin, curiosity taking over. Three boys huddle around another. A jock with blonde hair, a lanky guy with brown. And then the big fat leader. I get a closer look, knowing they can't see me. The boy in the middle looks terrified, tears flowing down his face. He shakes beneath them. He has brown hair and brown eyes, his face filled with freckles. Cute, I think, quickly blushing.

The fat one shoves him, and the boy chokes out another cry.

That's it. Now you've got me mad. I stomp my foot, purple floating around, causing all the lockers originally left open to slam shut.

The three boys jump back, looking around nervously. The cute boy looks unfazed, however.

What else can I do? I walk up to the fat one, making sure he can hear the tapping of my sneakers. He can. Then, I grab his shoulder.

"Aaaaa!" He screams, running away. The two idiots follow close behind.

The one guy left behind looks around, stunned. What an interesting boy. It doesn't take long for him to rush into the bathroom.

After school, he goes straight to the exit and begins to walk home. I follow him, more curiosity taking over. Through his classes I sat and watched him. I learned his name is James Joana. He's quiet, sitting in the back with his head down.

Eventually on our walk home, he pulls out a key and begins to unlock his door. He rushes to his room, ignoring his drunk father and sleeping mom. Once he's in his room, he goes to sleep.

Is it weird to watch someone sleep? I'm a demon so it can't be too weird, right?

Hours go by, but he doesn't get up. The clock ticks, a dog barks from outside, and I watch him creepily from his desk chair.

"James! Get your ass down here!" A man yells, causing him to startle awake. "James!" Feet stomp on the ground, and James rushes outside as he slams the door behind him. This is one of the moments where I wish I could go through walls. I suppose I could teleport, but usually if I do that someone will end up seeing me or all the doors and windows will open.

"I thought I taught you enough manners, what took you so long?" He yells.

"S- Sor-" He whispers.

Slap

It almost felt like a memory, playing on loop for me.

"Get back in your room, don't bother coming back down tonight."

He goes into his room, going straight to his bed once again. I don't know what sound my voice makes, one of fear or of being unsure, but whatever it was it sounded all too familiar. He didn't hear me but. . . Maybe I should allow him to. Maybe even more than hear.