Ever since the other night, I've been acting strange. My body was always tense, I would always feel angry and would always want to put my hands on someone. Anyone. I was in a hospital for the night, my parents by my side. They looked tired. I just stared into thin air, not knowing what to do. I wanted to scream. Why was I like this? I looked at the my hand. The bruise wasn't purple any more. Instead formed a print. The same print from the bottom of the crate. How did that get there?... I thought to myself. I was to weak to even lift my hand to look closer at it.
I looked back up to the ceiling. I felt a warm liquid drip down my face and my eyes burned. At first I thought it was tears. My parents were asleep now, so I didn't expect an "are you ok". I wiped my hand on my face, only seeing blood. Definitely not tears.
I let the pain soak in. I didn't know what to do. The nurse came in and immediately saw the blood flooding my eyes. "Oh my..." She said, running over to get some wipes. She first wiped the blood off my face and called in the doctor for some help.
After checking my eyes and cleaning me up, I returned to the same position as before, staring at the ceiling. They both left for a while, my parents still asleep. I found the opportunity to rip the needle dangling from my arm and got up out of the bed. I became impatient.
"Ma'am, you're not supposed to be out of your room sweetheart." said the nurse. I brushed passed her and continued to walk. She called for help as they carried me back to the room. I struggled to squirm from out of their grip. I then gave up.
The minute we arrived back to the room, my parents woke up, wondering what was going on. I just stared.
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Next day
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We were released from the hospital when they released an all clear. Right now, we were in the car heading home, as I thought. We ended up parking at the church. I was all of a sudden angry.
"WHY are we HERE?" I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Honey calm down, we're just here to.. " I cut my dad off. "What? To release the demon inside me? You think I'm possessed?" the words just slipped out.
"Baby not at all. Why would you think so negative? That's not like you... But we're here to ask God to make sure he keeps you safe." my mom says.
What was wrong with me?
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The Dead's Print
TerrorAlexandria, know as Alexa, has nearly lived in a small house in New York her whole life. Nothing has changed. The sun still shined and birds still chirpped. Her family got along and were always happy, but one day, this all changed. Accidently slammi...
