My Demon Child

Chapter 1: Sick

Edited 2/20/18
My name is Autumn Greene. This is my story of carrying a demon child.

  It all started when I was 18 years old. Monday morning in December. I was so excited for school, which is a rare occasion. I jumped out of my bed and made my morning routine simple and fast.
I got in my car and started it. I was and hour early. I sat in the drivers seat when I realized my stomach was in knots. I turned my car off and ran back inside. I put my bag down and was nearly throwing up on the way to the bathroom. I was in there feeling sick and just kept throwing up. I was sweating and feeling light headed. What is happening to me? I asked myself. My mother knocked on the door. "Honey are you okay?" She asked "Can I come in?"

  "Yeah but it won't be pretty" I choked. She came in and closed the door. She put her hand on my moist forehead. She handed me a bucket. "You may want to go back to bed. Use this if you think you might toss up" (toss up is my mothers way of saying puke). I did what she said and threw up twice in the process. My mother entered my bedroom.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, "You threw up your breakfast". I nodded. I was scared to eat, but I knew I had to. I'd never been this sick before. She brought me some soup that usually makes me feel better.

  I could barely eat it. I slept for an hour and when I woke up I was just fine. I went downstairs to my mother in the kitchen. "Hi honey. Feeling better?" She asked sweetly.
"A little"
"I called the doctor and the school and told them what happened. The doctor came and gave you some medicine. He took some blood and will be back soon with the results." She told me calmly so I wouldn't freak. "How did I sleep through this?" I thought "She must have drugged the soup". I went back to my bed and newly cleaned bucket and threw up once more.