Another Demon

The Beginning of The Demon

We were driving down a country road, my mom in the driver's seat, and I was in the passenger. We were on our way to see my sister and her new boyfriend for dinner. It was a dusk out and we were thirty minutes late, so my mom was speeding, laughing about some family joke we both made, we looked at each other and smiled. When my mom looked back at the road, she screamed, there was a deer in the middle of the road.

She turned the steering wheel to the left, avoiding the deer,but she turned the wheel back to fast, and the car started to flip over. My seatbelt was off so I was lunged into the back. There was maybe six rotations before the car stopped. This was four years ago, I was only twelve, so I started crying. Nothing was broken, I was bruised, sore and had a bunch of open cuts, but not broken. Some of the back window was already shattered, so using my foot I kicked the rest of the glass off and crawled through the open space.

The moment I was out of the car, I sprinted, well hobbled away, from the car. When I got far enough away, I turned to look at the car. I saw my mom struggling against the window, trying to get free of her seatbelt. I have to go help her. I thought, run, save her! Yet, my legs stood bolted to the ground. I smelled the gas leaking out of the car, I knew it was going to blow, "Go save her!" I shouted at myself. Still I wouldn't move. "MOM!" Screaming was all I was able to do, just scream, my legs gave out now, and I fell on my knees. "Mom." I looked at her, our eyes met and I saw her mouth form the final words she ever spoke words, "I hate you."

Then there was a loud noise,and I flew back a couple of feet, the car had exploded. Slowly I stood up and began to scream with tears in my eyes, "Mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Suddenly, my legs wanted to run, so I ran, ran into the woods. Tears still streaming down my face, still screaming, "Please forgive me! I was so scared! I'm sorry! Come back, please come back!! Don't leave!" I stopped running in an open spot in the woods, I looked up, it was dark now. "Give her back. Give her back to me!! I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" I continued screaming over and over again, about how much I wanted my mom back and that I loved her so much. Eventually, I just screamed noises while my voice grew hoarse. Then screaming turned into crying, crying turned into silence, and silence turned me crazy. As I laid there, I began to hear movement through the leaves and branches snapping. I shot up, looking around me in a full circle. I noticed a black shadow sprinting out of my eyesight, only allowing a glance of the dark figure. Then a laughter broke out, a laughter to make scary clowns sound like teddy bears. The laughter shook my brain and heart with fear. I spun around quickly, trying to get a full image of the shadow. Finally, it stopped dashing out of eyesight and stood still, just for a second, but it might have been the worst second of my life. It wasn't a shadow, it was an actual thing that stood on it's own but had the complexion of a shadow. It's eyes were fiery red that pierced my soul and it laughed again, showing no fangs or teeth but rather internal darkness that would swallow me whole like a black hole. It stopped laughing and came straight for me, sliding on the ground like a shadow, but it wasn't a shadow. It hit me with a thud and I felt it stretch into my body, forming with me, becoming one. I stood there helplessly for about half an hour as the demon made himself comfortable in both my body, and mind.

Soon I heard helicopter blades whirring. Thankful that the noise drowned out my thoughts. The next thing I heard was muffled shouts, the ones of the people in the search party, instead of demons growling inside my head. I felt some guy pick me up and begin to ask me a lot of questions, but instead of listening to him, I was listening and talking to the voice inside my head. "I am in control of you. Now, you're my bitch."

"Who are you?" I thought to the deep, raspy voice in my head.

"I am your nightmares coming to life, your unknown fears coming to life. Your deepest darkest fears coming to life." The voice started to scare me, but I couldn't cry or ask for help. It's because of what this voice said next, I can nearly sleep. "You are going to pay for your mother's death with pain, agony, and despair. Your life and death will be miserable. You'll live painfully, and die slowly. Even after death you will hurt. Have fun being in pain for all eternity."

Suddenly my eyes opened as the scene ended in my head. The water cold and my head groggy, I began to get out of the bath. Even though I got out slowly, my foot slipped and I hit my head hard off the floor. All the energy in my body left me as I forced myself up. Slowly, using the sink to balance myself, I got to my feet. Looking in the mirror, I saw a monster looking back at me.

Fangs, pointed ears, crazy hair, and black eyes were staring back at me. Being use to the image, I no longer jumped back or startle when the face bears its fangs and smiles at me, than vanishes. It seems for the hundredth time I just yawn and make my way to the bed. My vision shill dizzy and legs still wobbly, it took a bit longer than usual. It took what felt like hours, when it really was five minutes. As I collapsed on my bed, I hoped for sleep, even close enough to pray for it. Instead, I laid there restlessly for the whole night, my eyes closed but my mind active. I was still awake.

At 5:30 a.m. my alarm went off and my eyes opened, I really need to turn off my alarm on weekends. Slowly, I got up, realizing I never got dressed last night, I started by putting on sweatpants and a tank top. I dropped to the ground and started doing pushups and crunches. After a warm up, I put on my shoes, found my headphones, and walked out the door. I started jogging slowly at first to get myself into a rhythm, picking up pace and enjoying the sound of my feet hitting the ground, my breathing, and the music in my ear. Running calms me down, relaxes me. It seems like the only time I can escape the voice. I wish I could run forever because of that, but even I get tired.

An hour later, I return home and start to make breakfast, I don't even know if my sister is home or who brought me home. Wait, no, now I remember, my sister had to leave for a couple errands. Hearing my eggs sizzle on the pan, I stood there in silence, until I heard a car door slam forcefully. I went to peek out the window, where I saw three guys walking into my house with pistols and vests.

Bandanas wrapped around their faces, black color with red skulls, the Ruthless Riders.