Love & Demons

11. So what now?

Gabriella

Getting to the school takes us almost the whole day.

When we make it there it's already night, and I can't help but release a breath of relief.

For two years I've stayed away from the outside when it's dark, two years were enough to instill the kind of fear in my heart that will take more than just those years to erase.

Even with the company of the two brothers who look anything but affected by it , it still doesn't ease my wariness.

I feel like a demon is lurking here somewhere , waiting in the bushes for an opportune moment to spring at us and eat us.

I look around nervously, unconsciously moving closer to Ajax's side who also moves closer to me. We're so close that our arms almost touch. He must have done this unconsciously as well because when our fingers touch he jumps looking down at me in alarm. His eyes narrow on our hands touching in horror before he quickly schools his face to neutral.

I would have probably smiled and swooned at how even he can get scared sometimes just like any other normal person would if I wasn't so pissed scared myself.

The dark still gets to me. I dread it every time the day gives way to the night.

The moon and the stars used to be my happy place. I used to love how serene everything got as soon as the sun disappeared behind the horizon.

During the day everything is just alive, bustling with too much life and too much sound.

At night everything calms down, even the animals know not to make too much noise. Almost everything becomes dead to the world ,there is pure unadulterated silence, and that's where I was at my most comfortable.

There was just something about the night that made me feel like I had the power to take on the world and face all my problems when it felt like I was the only one alive.

Alone , no expectations, no judgements, no rush. Just me against the world.

I used to love it.

Not anymore.

It doesn't sit well with me that something can come at me when I'm asleep , and at my most vulnerable defenseless state. Especially now knowing that demons and whatever other creatures of the dark are out there waiting to only come out specifically at night and do only the devil knows what to us.

Who could blame me for feeling this way especially when I lost my parents to the darkness .

One day my parents and all the others that were on demon patrol at my neighborhood that night went out and never came back. It's ironic that they were killed by the very same thing they went out to protect us from.

It wasn't hard to figure out what happened to them.

Especially when I opened my door to a very pregnant very teary eyed Carla the next morning with the news that all they found of my parents and her husband where their bloodied clothes, no remains at least none salvageable. Everything that was left of their flesh and bones was mush, Mince meat! you couldn't make out which body part was what or who it even belonged to.

It pains me even till this day that we couldn't even give our loved ones a proper burial.

The next day when I got word that we were all to relocate to a church near by, I packed up my stuff no questions asked and I never looked back.

"So what now?" I ask when I see that the double gates at the school are locked with thick iron bar chains, a paddle holding them firmly together in place.