Death Has Wings

What Just Happened?

The ride home was a quiet one. Mother and father spoke quietly to each other in the front, never even turning to look at me. It was a pleasant change from them always wanting to talk to me. I think that they sensed the confusion that was hanging in the air around me. We arrived home quicker than I thought we would. I was relieved, of course, but I couldn't help feeling that something was wrong.

Father unlocked the door and walked in. No sooner had he stepped into the doorway, he was thrown back into Mother. There was a figure in the hallway, wearing a black, tattered robe. I felt a pang of familiarity. I was drawn to it. It sent shivers through my whole body. My headache began to surface again, worse than last time. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, Mother and Father were inside the house, waiting for me. I cautiously walked into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I exhaled heavily and leaned against the door.

"Clark, what the fuck is this?" Father shouted from upstairs. He was in my room. I ran upstairs to see him holding a book. I went into my room and took it off of him. The Satanic Bible. I sighed internally.

"It's not mine..." I tried to explain to him. I could see the rage behind his eyes. Father was a Christian and he hated anything not approved by Christianity.

"It was on your bed Clark, you're trying to tell me that it isn't yours? You know how I feel about things like this." His voice was raised and he was shaking the book in the air as he spoke. A note fell out and fluttered to the floor. He bent down and picked it up. He turned red with anger as he read it. He handed it to me silently.

Satan is waiting for you.

Father was breathing heavily and was staring at me with pure hatred. He forced the book into my hand and stormed out, slamming the door as he went. The headache was still there, but it was numbed. I just stood there, the note in one hand and the book in the other. I sighed and put the book onto my bookshelf. I placed the note onto my bedside table. I took off my hoodie and threw it onto the end of my bed.

I knew that Father was thinking of what to do with me. I didn't care. I wanted him dead. He made mother unhappy now, unlike when they first got married. I didn't want to think about those memories but they all came flooding back. Mother and Father's- no, he wasn't my father. Mother and John's wedding. Lilith's death. The pain and guilt rose inside me. I threw myself onto the bed. I curled up into a ball and let my feelings take over.

Tears started to stream down my face as I remembered every little moment me and Lilith had. Playing 'Hide And Seek' around the house, putting make-up on my real father while he was asleep, visiting Grandma Mae in the summer holiday. If only I hadn't summoned that demon. The one that killed her. The one that drowned my baby sister. I'll never forgive myself.

There was a light knock at my door and I stopped crying. I had to push those thoughts away, bury them deep inside, make sure they never surface. I got off the bed and went to the door. Another light knock.

"Who is it?" I tried to steady my voice but it didn't work.

"It's me, Alex." Alexandria sounded concerned. "Are you okay?" I opened my door and gestured her to come in. She entered and put a large bag onto my bed. I closed the door as she turned to me.

"Have you been crying?" She cocked her head to the side slightly, her brow furrowed.

"No. Why are you here?" I mumbled. She shrugged.

"I'm here because..." She bit her lip. "I'm here because I want to ask you something..." She looked down at her shoes. I stepped over to her. She had put dark blue and purple streaks into her hair. It suited her.

"Ask me what?" I didn't notice that she was blushing until she looked at me again.

"Umm...w-will..." She was shaking and stammering. "Will you..." She exhaled and looked away from me. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, awkwardly. She breathed deeply a few times and then looked at me again.

"Will you go out with me?" She blurted out, almost to fast for me to decipher it. I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how I felt about her. I could feel myself blushing. I couldn't form words properly. She was looking at the floor now, really embarrassed. I had to answer her.

"O-okay..." I now felt how she felt. Embarrassed. She looked at me and smiled. I didn't know what to do now, but she did. She ran to me and hugged me tight. I almost fell over from the force but I regained my balance. I hugged her back, though not as tightly. She looked up at me, and smiled again. I smiled back at her. She let go and looked into my eyes. I had realised that I had stopped breathing for a second. I let out a breath. She picked up her bag and put it on her shoulder.

"Well, I'll see you at school." She pecked my cheek and walked out of my room, went downstairs and exited the house. I just stood there with a stupid smile on my face.