The Good Demon

Chapter 2

School was finally finished, we parked in the driveway and although I didn't like my aunt's house it felt much better being away from that strange feeling I felt earlier today.

"Madeline, help me with the groceries." My aunt said,

We got out of the car, my aunt and my cousin made their way to the back of the car. I followed closely behind Madeline, she took two bags and began walking to the house. My aunt reached for two bags then looked at me.

"I can help." I said. Jean laughed and shook her head.

"No Diana, it's fine. You can just go to your room and be on your phone all day." She said smugly and turned her back on me.

After adjusting the grocery bags in her hands she walked to the house, I walked behind her.

Then suddenly I felt my nerves go off again, I looked down and saw that demonic rat running towards my leg. I yelped and tried to avoid it but the rat phased right through my leg. I felt the heat of the rat in my leg as it passed through.

My reaction to it was weird guttural noises, it felt gross, and my nerves fired off crazy signals near my legs making the disgusting feeling ten times more intense.

My aunt turned around and looked at me. She stood with her back to the door. The expression on her face cut deep, she looked at me with so much disgust, and the way she stood in the doorway symbolized the core feeling I feel at this house.

I wasn't welcome.

I pointed at the demonic rat that ran away, I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't know what to say. It was impossible to defend myself if she couldn't even see it.

My aunt sighed, and shook her head.

"Diana, behave. Don't do this kind of crap at my house. I don't tolerate it." She said, Then turned her back on me again and disappeared into her home.

I stood there, the cold air was beginning to bite. The door was open enough that I could see the inside of the house. I saw the living room, the green couch, the hallway that led to the bathroom. Weird african decorations that my aunt liked to collect.

I looked at the bushes where I saw the caterpillar this morning and my heart hurt. I felt bad that I didn't react fast enough to save it.

Then I scanned the streets and wondered how far away I could walk before I'd convince myself to turn back. Maybe out of the city, maybe when I reach Mexico, maybe never.

I shook my head. Why am I overreacting so much, compared to what she said I shouldn't be this hurt. Those thoughts I had I stuffed them deep in my heart, I didn't want to think about them.

After taking a deep breath, I entered the house. I took off my backpack and dragged it by one of the straps. When I walked in I saw Madeline put her two grocery bags on the floor next to the kitchen, when she saw me empty handed. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. She walked past me and out the door.

I went upstairs and went inside Madeline's room. They didn't have a spare room for me to stay in. Since Madeline was an only child like me.

The room was split into half, I had the left side and Madeline had the right side. We both had small beds that were just enough for one person to sleep on. I had a thicker blanket than Madeline since I was right next to the window.

I put my bag on the floor and kicked it towards my bed. I took off my jacket and put it on the coat hanger that was next to the door. I took off my sweater, underneath it I was wearing a gray shirt.

I threw myself on the bed, I took my pillow and stuffed my face in it. I wanted to scream. I felt like such an idiot. I turned around and stared at the ceiling while clutching my chest.