My Boyfriend Got Possessed

Chapter 5

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Hey guys! Author here. This is just an author note for all of those youtuber lovers out there. I named Lia Johnson after the amazing Lia Marie Johnson. I just had to mention her. She's so freaking talented! I'd love to meet her. Brittani Louise Taylor even said that she's the most nicest person ever. So I bet that all youtuber lovers will be like you're just copying Lia's name well I kind of am but I'm doing it in a nice way just because I love her so much. LOVE YOU LIA❤️
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Liana's P.O.V

I go to my room, tell Daniel to leave because you know why, then I drop my robe. I put on a Beatles t-shirt with some basketball shorts, and fuzzy socks. I pull up my hair into a messy bun, and start to do my homework. Daniel comes back 20 minutes later with McDonalds and Starbucks. Oh my god, I love him. "Hey." He grins, putting down the food. "What do I have to do to take this book away from you?" He smirks. I put away my book. "This." I simply answer. I peck him on the lips, then I open the bags to take out heaven.

He got me a Big Mac, my favorite with fries, and he got the same thing. He got us both a Starbucks frappucino. I put on Netflix on my laptop, while he takes off his shirt and also puts on basketball shorts. He lies down on the bed and puts his alarm around me while I cuddle into his chest. To bring it old school, I'm putting on the new Spongebob movie, because I can. We eat the McDonalds and almost spit it out at the funny scenes. We also almost spit out the Starbucks for the same reason. I don't know when, but I fell asleep.

I wake up, but not to my alarm. My laptop is on the floor, the food is gone, and Daniel is sleeping next to me. I smile. But then, I see a huge shadow in the corner of the room. I widen my eyes in horror. I try to yell, but no words come out of my mouth. The shadow slowly moves closer to me. It has no face. Once it gets closer, it kind of looks like the hooded figure, but with no hood. The shadow jumps toward me, and I close my eyes, wishing that this isn't real.

I open one eye, and the shadowy figure is gone. What is wrong with me? Why am I seeing all of these things? Once this happens again, I'm booking an appointment for therapy. I want to know what's wrong with me, and why I'm seeing all of these things. I soon go back to sleep.

I wake up to the annoying ass sound of my alarm clock, which is now my least favorite noise in the world, besides Donald Trump talking. I groan out of bed, and go to my dresser. It's already Wednesday, somehow. The week is flying by, thankfully. Hopefully summer comes very quickly. I know it's till fall but, I'm just wishful thinking. Don't judge me, okay. I grab a black, grey and white knitted sweater, black leggings and ripped jeans on top, white converse and diamond earrings and necklace.

I go to the bathroom, and put on mascara, winged eyeliner, light brown lipstick, contoured my face, and undid my crown braid I kept on, and it made my hair very wavy. I can just keep my hair like this all day. I debate on keeping my hair like this or doing something with it for like five minutes, then I finally agree on keeping it like that. Oh yeah, I forgot about Daniel.

I go to my room, and I catch him taking off his shirt. Obviously, the most cliche moment in the whole world. I sneak up from behind and jump on his back scaring him. He screams. I start laughing hysterically. He slaps me lightly. If he slapped me hard, I would've died. He starts smiling. "You know I can't get mad at that laugh." He smiles bigger. "Good morning baby." He kisses me on the lips. "You look hot." He exclaims. "Thanks." I blush.

"Now, go get changed. It's 7:15!" He rushes out of the room with his clothes. I smile. I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have Daniel as my boyfriend.

Daniel's P.O.V

I just chose a simple white t-shirt, baggy dark blue jeans and a gold watch that Liana got me for my birthday last year. I love her. I style my hair a little. When I'm about to go downstairs to get breakfast, I hear a scream from our room. Sounds like Liana. Shit!

I run to the room, bust open the door, and she's floating, facing the ceiling, with her arms outstretched next to her. Then, she falls back on the bed. She starts to cry. That just reminded me of the exorcist, which by the way, what the fuck happened to that movie? The little twelve year old girl sweared so much in that movie, I wonder what her parents though I think that should be illegal. But, it was still good.

I rush over to her, and hug her tightly. She starts to shake. Uh oh. She's starting to get anxiety. Now she's breathing heavily and very fast. Now she's hyperventilating. Oh shit. I rub her back to calm her down. I hope she gets over her anxiety soon. It gets me nervous. It also makes me scared. I don't know why. It just does.

Her breathing goes back to normal and she stops shaking. Okay, she got over it. I kiss her forehead. "Okay, so I know what just happened, and you're really scared, but what the fuck just happened?! That scared me almost half to death!" I put my hand to where my heart is. "I don't know! I just don't know what the fuck is happening!" She yells. "I just don't know." Tears start streaming down her face, and she hugs me tightly. I hug her back. "Why is this happening to me? Why is all of this stuff happening to me? Why me?!" She starts sobbing. She gets up off the bed and paces back and forth. She massages her temples.

She sits on the floor and hides her head between her knees. I walk over to her and sit next to her. I rub her back. All she does is look over at me and says. "Why me?"