two of a kind

Caitlyn's Backstory

Caitlyn's POV: "I know your scared," I say breathing harshly as I got more and more choked on my words for the demon slashing me around like a punching bag didn't know one thing. I started speaking Latin and scaring the creature off. The demons precense was no longer detected from me. The wounds healed like magic as I sat up taking a deep breathe I looked over at Rose.
"I know I have a little bit of explaining to do," she helped me up and back to the room scolding me,
"A little bit of explaining?! Ha, you wish. You are going to sit here and tell me your entire back story. We have all night so get talking," she said with seeming to have confused emotions of consern, anger, and yet compassion to know i was ok.
"If your sure this is what yoy want. Just know you may not look at me the same again," i say shyly as she nodded.
"We dont know alot about each other and i feel like this would be a great time to know," Rose said lifted my head sitting infront of me smiling. I began my tale,
"Well, when i was born my parents were struggling with finance. we moved around place to place and i never really got to make many friends, or be very social for that matter. My parents and i didnt really talk for they worked far to much and i felt like i would intrude. They tried to speak to me one on one but i pushed them away. I didnt mean to but i did, finally i moved here and met you. You were so persistent to become my friend that my behavior didnt seem to effect you, but even when i lash and push you away you always seem to be there for me and thats why i get attached so quickly because I'm afraid of letting go like i always had to. Things started to work out slowly and I am needless to say happy with my life now as long as you are in it," I finished talking and smiled. She gave me an odd glare. "Did I say something wrong?" I add.
"No no, now I want to hear about the odd side with the demons and ghosts and why you draw and stuff," she sat against the wall as I spoke on more.
"Of course you wanna hear that. Well when I was seven my friend and I Megan we're playing with a Ouija board and we bit off more then we could chew. She wasn't as smart as I was so she didn't think of it and slowly the insanity got to her and she commit suicide. I ended up doing all the research I could and to this day I still hear it trying to persuade me to join them. It stays trapped as long I keep things in tact. Thats one reason I draw to let out those feelings. So I can stay strong. Thats why my artwork has so much emotion. My emotions are literally poured out onto paper, and the friends I have now are don't know about my past you are Mary-Joh are the only ones. Along with you I'd trust her with my life. Without you or her my life would not be as it is now," I finished and just kiduv caught myself looking off getting caught in my back story. I finally snapped out to see her looking at me as well as me looking at her. She just laughed a bit.
"Wow, that's your story. I didn't expect that...." we both laughed some more.
"Yeah, it's not normal...Wait.." I looked at her, "what's your story?" I said cocking an eyebrow, she was a bit hesitant to a reply. Soon on she finally spoke,
"Well,,hahaha my story...um..where do I begin,,,

(To be continued)