I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Welcome to Paranorma: Part 2

I sat at my desk for hours, scrolling through news articles and websites. Every news anchor practically said something a little different, but they came to the same bogus ass explanation. A cartel-related incident that they believed occurred due to a dealing gone wrong. It almost made me laugh and want to throw my phone against the wall all at the same time. Society can be so fucken unbelievably stupid...

Pacing back and forth in my new empty dorm room, my thoughts were blasting with my hands trembling as I held onto the phone. They can't be fucken serious. The Cartel? Why the fuck would the Cartel want to kill my mom? Facebook was probably the worst place to start investing in the comments. I shouldn't have read them because each comment pissed me off more than the last one:

It is such a tragic way to die, but what do you expect from dealing with the Cartel?

It's a horrific way to die, but exactly @Jacob401! There's no way this single mom could have lived in the neighborhood she lived in. I feel bad for the kid she left behind.

I can't believe I had her watch my son! To think someone could have been involved in such a crime in our neighborhood!

What made it worse was that no one in my family even stepped up to question how ridiculous the allegations were. My mom wouldn't even let me watch Narcos- for fucks sake! It's terrifying how the media can easily take a story and manipulate it to where the truth no longer matters. My mother left her own country by the age of 14 to escape the violence and drug war that destroyed her village. Why would she come to America and undo everything she worked so hard for?

My throat burned, begging to cry and scream for any relief from the amount of stress I was under, but I couldn't. I guess a more accurate answer is that I won't. As ridiculous as it may sound, I am embarrassed to cry. I felt unsafe to be vulnerable in a place I did not know. I didn't want anyone to hear me cry through these strange walls. More importantly, I didn't want to give Fred the satisfaction of seeing me suffer. He was a demon, after all, and feasted on this type of pain.

Alone in my thoughts for the first time, since I trapped myself with Fred, I wondered what I could have done differently. If I hadn't tried to jump off the bridge or if I never tried to run away, I could have straightened the story out. My mom's name wouldn't be dragged in the dirt by billions of people claiming she was a criminal. I would have at least had the opportunity to curse out all my aunts for not sticking up for their eldest sister, and maybe that would satisfy me from the pain I was feeling.

"MK, you gotta eat something. You didn't eat the lunch they provided, and it's way past dinner."Fred said, revealing himself finally out of the shadows carrying a food tray. I couldn't understand how the tray didn't slip through his dark shadowed hands. It was like Fred could change from a solid figure to one automatically transparent the next. Laying the tray on the desk, he started to slide the mini sandwiches and parfait toward me,

"Alright, now say AHH-"

"Fred, I'm not in the mood." I snapped, pushing the food back further from me. Trembling with annoyance, Fred held in his fury, but so was I.

"Listen, Mikaela, I normally enjoy seeing people grieve or completely in despair. But you, on the other hand, are an exception because if you attempt to off yourself by starvation because you're too sad to fucken eat, I grow weak, and I die with you. So, take a bite of that fucken stale ass sandwiches," Fred finally snapped, grabbing a handful of mini sandwiches and shoving them towards my face. Fred's horrendous odor made me recoil away, but he was too fast. He had me trapped in a corner, with one hand clenching my jaw and the other holding the sandwich.

"Okay, fine!" I shouted in defeat, not wanting his stench to contaminate my clothing.

"Too fucken late! Now open wide!"He ordered, tightly squishing the miniature sandwiches in his fist, causing pieces of meat and lettuce to crumble onto the floor.