Alone with your demon

MCR ... my savior

In the mirrored universe of the Demon world, I live. I can see what lives on the other side of the mirror.

The ugly, tangle of creatures that only I am able to see. Very few talk to me, that is why I believe in the mirror theory. I sometimes wonder if the ones that can see me can touch me, can hurt me...

I walked down the road to the filth hole I called school. Twas a grey old building, the lower levels of the walls splattered with colourful graffiti, the oval had been turned into a slush puddle from the recent rain. Some lower level demons buzzed around the front door, they resisted entering in fear of the larger demons inside.

I tugged at the cross on my neck as I turned my headphones up louder, I could feel mood pick up as I silently prayed my daily prayer. I began to sway as I walked, moving to my rocky beats, swinging my brunette hair around avoiding hitting my demon. I swung my arms above my head and twisted my hips, I passed a group of people standing at the front gates, I continued to jump around as the music intensified. I basically looked like I was playing air drums and guitar by myself.

I jumped around the "attached" demons hanging around their host bodies. They were odd creatures, all so ugly and different, each with their own putrid smell like their human. They're like their shadows almost, following them everywhere, feeding of their sins and emotions. I have my own also, I talk to it sometimes, and when it's in the mood it talks back.

It slithered in between my feet as I swing through the doors, it had almost human arms with luminous talons, and its head was feline like and sharp. Teeth the size of my fingers, pointed and deadly, small ears and bright eyes. Its body flowed from a muscly torso to a serpent tail, grabbing the floor, pulling and slithering its self around my ankles.

This thing seemed to be happy to follow me anywhere and slithering around the bodies of other people, smelling them and licking them, leaving his bloody mess on their face for the rest of the day.

I pulled up at my locker; I put my phone away and grabbed my jumper. Then walked out the back of the school to where the emo kids hung out. I never talked to them because they smelt of cigarettes, they seemed to think that I was some kind of spirit sent from Satan, so they kept their distance also.

Their demons were oddly active like mine, but they were all similar looking , tall , long , thin and brightly coloured...

I sat down near the edge of the garden, I felt my jeans scrape the pavement, the sun felt nice on my shoulders, it was such a good way to forget about the noise going on behind me.

" lately there's been a problem!" screamed the teacher at the black bored, " Eflen has decided to drop your class average !".

I slumped over my desk in a bid to fall asleep, I really didn't care if I dragged my class down for this test, all that really matters is the end of year exams, otherwise I'd be getting a real job somewhere important.

" LISTEN" he yelled to me and smacked a book down on my desk next to me, " history is important ! PAY ATTENSION!" , I hardly reacted. I slowly raised my head and looked at him, my demon was climbing along his chest.

I smiled and nodded at him, "if it gets money in your pocket sir then I'm happy to try".

"that's what I thought" he said and continued to teach the class in his overly loud voice, he was used to my sarcasm. My demon returning to my shoulders where I slumped back on the desk.

I returned to my locker later that lunch, before I turned the corner I heard the sound of a spray can. I stopped and peered around the corner, some idiots were huddled around my locker with spray paint and a crow bar. They opened my locker and put the can inside and ran off with the crow bar. I ran around the corner, they had drawn a pentagram with a directly over my open locker.

I ran in the direction they had gone. They had already disappeared... and I would get the blame for this in 3. 2. 1...

The gang of English teachers revolved around the corner just on que... my luck was decreasing rapidly.

I looked at the wall and then at them , they were looking at the wall, their demons scurried and flew around to it. They were licking it and patting the symbol.

"weird creatures... " I mumbled.

" Eflen!" yelled one of them " was this your doing?!"

I shook my head , " Ms the boys that did it , they ran down there!"

" and that's why there's a can in your locker!" said another and scowled at me.

And before I knew it , I was in the scariest place in the whole school.