One Page Stories.

Demonic Death.

As i sat there looking up at the white ceiling of the room i was lying in, i noticed that there was a strange burning feeling going across my throat. It was like i was choking, suffocating, being able to breathe but not get air past my mouth. My throat felt like it had been cut off from any other point. There was a metallic taste going through my mouth and as i sat up, i gagged at the sudden sharp taste. The taste like dirty pennies or a metal spoon being stuck in my mouth for a little too long. The taste that seemed like it wouldn't go away. I opened my mouth to take in a deep, sharp breath and i finally felt it. There was a rope around my neck and red liquid was spilling out of my mouth as i gasped and choked for air. My throat was raspy and my mouth started to feel cold. Not the kind of cold that you would flinch at in the middle of a winter snowstorm, but more like the kind of cold you feel once you wake up from a nap and realize you're outside. I watched the ceiling as little 'stars' started to circle my vision but there was a sudden flash of pain down against my left forearm. There was another burning, stinging sensation that was going through my veins and blood. I started to get up from my spot on the ground and slowly touched my hand against the burning skin. It was hot, almost like it was on fire and for no reason at all, i decided to stare down at the fire like skin. There was some kind of symbol wrapping around my arm that looked somewhat like an upside down triangle with an X going through it, under that was a V with two little flat edges on it and small pentagrams on top of them. I watched the mark as i slowly started to sink down into my skin. All of my skin began to go light red then deeper until i was a deep red color. My eyes were all of a sudden tired and i crashed back against the ground with a hard thud. My vision began to blur but before i almost passed out, my head started to pound. I dropped my hand down onto it and there were small horns budding out from my hair line, they seemed to be sharp. I closed my eyes again only to feel like i needed them to be jerked open again only to see a girl who was standing there, laughing at me and holding a small blade.