I was on my knees crying my heart out. That moment replaying in my mind. The words "You did it it," pounding in my brain. Did I do the right thing? Why did I make him do this? Will I ever see him again? So many questions, will I ever get answers? My mom and Christopher were gone. I saw the knife on the ground and thought it should've been me. I made Christopher do something for my own benefit, he gets nothing out of it but to see what heaven looks like. I walked up the stairs and walked towards my room, when I heard a voice coming from downstairs. "Christopher?" I thought but it couldn't be. I walked down the stairs and saw this figure. It looked like a tall male but it was only a shadow. The shadow reaches out its hand and says come with me. "This must be Christopher." I thought so I tried to touch the shadows hand and it worked. Then I suddenly wasn't in my basement anymore. I was floating in a very dark space. I looked around and nothing in sight. "Christopher! Where did you go?" Then suddenly a puff of smoke appeared and I started to smile, "he's really back." Then my smile faded. It was the demon I fought. The demon who was inside Christopher. I had been tricked, it had outsmarted me. Then suddenly it felt like gravity shifted. I fell to the ground hard with a major bruise on my back. It ached and ached, until I suddey fell through the floor and into water. I didn't know how that was possible, but I couldn't swim with my back in so much pain, and I couldn't hold my breathe because I was too in shock. I swam even though it was painful as hell, but I had to keep going, for my own sake. I reached the top but something was pulling me towards the bottom. I couldn't fight it, I had to let it take me down, no matter what my destination would be. I thought that if this was the end then let it be, I'm done being Sherlock. I let it take me and held my breath until I gave out, but as I gave out I wasn't in the water anymore I was in the dark place I started still on the floor. My eyes were closed but I felt heavy breathing over my face. I looked up and that same demon was over me. It was scratching me, giving me wounds, and letting me bleed out when it suddenly stopped and left. I felt the pain, and it was very bad, but I felt the presence of arms holding me. Then I saw his face. Shockingly staring at him I thought to myself how? Why?
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Teen FictionWish you could take back time to make sure it couldn't happen. Tried to find yourself but still couldn't see who you truly were, or try to be someone your not risking, it all for the world. We'll never know why our questions haven't been answered bu...