Cruel Demons Fate

What are you?

"GET OUT!"

I tried my hardest to ram myself against the wall. The being inside me fought against my attempt. After a little struggle I was able to sit.

"How the hell could you do that?" I demanded

"What ever do you mean?" He laughed

"How could you do that to Cartman!"

"Well, I figured no one liked him and neither did you,"

"Well, you might be right, but no one deserves that type of torture!"

It was quiet for a second. The spirit seemed to be thinking about what I said. It finally responded after a little awkward silence. I could swear right before it talked again, I saw a flash image of a white haired girl.

"The boy needed to see the truth, so I showed him" The voice was female now.

Truth? That wasn't truth it was torture. Those memories that were shown to Cartman, they were awful. I can only imagine what he's feeling right now.

"You are so one sided," she said

Apparently this thing could also read my thoughts, which was not creepy at all. Though I should of figured it was inside of me. Also I suppose everything I said wasn't really being said it was all in my head.

"What does that mean?"

"You only see the bad, when there is clearly good,"

I stopped to think for a second. Was she saying what she did was good?

"How the hell is what you did good?"

"The boy will understand what his mother did for him and will stop being a spoiled bitch."

She had a point. Cartman never really did respect his mother. Still I could only imagine how much hurt Cartman was experiencing. Though the scariest thing was how this spirit knew all this.

"You're wrong!" I yelled " I don't know what the hell you are or how you know this, but you cannot decide what someone does or does not deserve."

The spirit had changed to a male. He laughed. I felt my head starting to kill again. The spirit, or spirits, I couldn't tell anymore, were trying to get better control. It worked. My body once again was unable to move by my control. After they got full control we walked to the already bloody wall.

From out of nowhere we took out a knife and cut a line in my finger. It stinged a great deal, but apparently only I felt it. They used my finger to write a single word Bastard

"You assholes just want to keep pushing it don't you," I snarled.

I was starting to think these spirits could summon anything for they out of nowhere took a out a salt shaker. I struggled as hard as I could to the salt away from my finger. I was unsuccessful.

"AGHHH!" I groaned inside, the pain was horrible.

"What are you?" Was all I managed to say.