Lying is my game

Chapter 13: Don't do it

I sprinted home as fast as I could. The police officer was in the same place. Just standing there...lonely, and minding his own business. I didn't take Stacie with me this time. Maybe that would change something. I hoped it would. She can be a pain sometimes, but she is still my best friend.

When I hit the concrete leading to the doorway, I opened it with so much force I almost knocked myself over. I came in panting like a dog. My mother came down the stairs, walking tiredly, asking me if I was alright.

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," I said as unsuspiciously as I could. She didn't see anything wrong, so she headed back up the stairs, and peacefully went to bed.

I figured I would do the same. I walked to my room, slowly, still for some reason frightened of what might come to me. I laid down on my neatly made bed, and slept like a baby.

I woke up the same way I did yesterday. But today, I was awaken by the sound of my younger brother crying. My brother!! I almost forgot! He seemed to be crying because of baby reasons, so nothing was wrong. So, I did the same as I did yesterday. I went down to eat the eggs and pancakes I smelled cooking.

"Hi mom." I said cheerfully. Almost to cheer-y to be myself if I'm honest. It was weird.

"Hello!" She greeted kindly. Everything seemed to be back to normal. It was to good to be true. Freaky...

"What's up?" I asked casually.

"Good how are you?" She said robotically.

"That didn't answer my question mom. Are you okay?"

"Oh sweet heart, don't you worry about getting the dishes. Rest yourself!" She said like any other mom from the 1960's would said. It was like she was being controlled; like something got inside her, and took my mother over.

"Mom, stop that....you're scaring me!" I said worriedly. I was having mixed emotions at this point. I didn't know if she was kidding, or if it was real.

"HELP---how are y----ME!" She managed to get out. Something was inside of her, programming her, telling her what to say. Her head was shaking furiously while she was trying to get back to her original self. I saw fear in my sweet mother's eyes. She was just as scared of her self as I was.

"Mom snap out of it! What's happening?!" Her face went from possessed to sheer terror in a matter of seconds. She acted like she was trying to control what ever was happening to her.

She was quickly possessed again...she picked up the knife she was using to cut the pancakes with, and held it towards my neck.

"MOM PLEASE STOP!!!" I screamed, crying with what ever other energy I had. I was tired, stressed, you name it. When your mom tries to kill you, it doesn't help the problem.

Then, right before she dropped the knife down my throat, greenish-gray smoke eerily floated out of her mouth. Her eyes flipped back into head, so all I could see was the whites. All was quiet while this process took place.

"Jenna! Oh honey, are you alright?!" My mom said to me with such concern that, after seeing that, it was hard to believe she cared.

"I'm fine. You are the one I'm worried about mom."

"What are you talking about? I've been cooking the eggs the whole time. You kept telling me to 'snap out of it,' and to 'stop doing that.'I was more than confused Jenna."

"You were a demon mom! You were trying to kill me!"

"Why would I do that? You are insane! You passed out after screaming for a while. I could see why you passed out, judging from the volume."

Was I insane? I swear that's what I saw. Maybe I am insane...but I don't think so....

WAIT!!! I KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!!

I can see people's bad side. The side that is of them, but is the total opposite of what normal people see. Think about it. I saw Stacie kill someone! She wouldn't do that in this life. My mom wouldn't do that either. I find this a gift to see what people are really like, but at the same time a curse. I could seriously get hurt from this.

I need to keep my powers to myself....no one can know. Not yet at least.