Chapter TWO
The voices of the previous people I killed flashed in and out. I hated the fact that I could hear dead people as great as I could hear the living. Same goes for the paranormal. The sounds of pain, hurt, and suffer filled my ears as if I was the one that killed them. “You killed me,” “Why ME?” they would always say to me.
“I didn’t mean to! Please leave me alone.” I begged them trying not to get weak.
They walked around my house everywhere yelling and fussing trying to hurt me. They would just go right through me though. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” The man my demon killed last week yelled at me.
“NO, ITS NOT!” I yelled while I backed into the wall of my laundry room. “I’m POSSESSED! It isn’t me! Its THAT DEMON that POSSESSED ME!” I screamed.
“Oh sure blame something that NOT THERE!” Another woman yelled.
I put my hands to my ears trying to cover them but it had gotten louder. I started to pull my hair closing my eyes then Gio popped up.
“MOMMY!” He screamed.
My head snapped up and I ran upstairs ignoring the dead people complaining. I ran to his room bursting inside just to see him curled up and crying. Hiding at the edge of his bed, with a cover around him. The only thing I seen was the window wide open and a big scratch mark on the wall.
“What happened?” I scanned the room looking around. I was trying to calm down more so I could also catch the scent.
“Th- they t-t-told me to that they are watching.” He cried.
I walked over to him. “Who Giovonni?” I gripped his shoulders.
“I don’t know mommy!” He cried.
I was slowly getting pissed off. Well, not me, my demon. “You don’t know?” I asked him.
“Mommy please don’t let it kill me.” He cried talking about my other side.
“I won’t le-“
I started to get dizzy and I blacked out. I felt something take me and slam me into something hard. I was numb and my transformation wouldn’t go any faster. I felt the blood fall from my body and a loud screech left my mouth. I was flushed and the fire began to come up and people were grabbing me.
I heard my son scream and I tried to escape the hands that were grabbing me. My son yelled for me louder and I tried my hardest not to fall in to the pits of hell.
“MOMMY!” I heard him again.
I soon feel from the top trying to catch something. It was like it was so slow. My back faced the fire and my hands and legs were trying to get anything before I fell.
“NOOOOOOOOO” I screamed and I fell inside of the fire. Pretty sure I was dead.
I sat there and tried to move but I couldn’t. The sound of the loud screams killed me and even though I knew I was dead, I could still hear the living.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed right along with them.
Then I blacked out. Being trapped inside of my head. It was dark cold and lonely down here. I curled up inside of the corner and put my head in my legs.
