Strangers and Demons

Chapter 8

It was 5:00 in the morning; I thought I would be able to sleep in, but no. Someone decided to wake me up at 5:00 in the damn morning.

"Ugh, it's 5:00 in the morning, what the hell could you possibly freaking want." I murmured tiredly.

"Hey, we have a long way to go. Get up, don't be an ass." Jamon replied sternly.

"Fine, there better be a good reason to this." I blurted.

"Why don't you go and pack?" Jamon asked.

"Didn't know this was a trip across the world." I blurted.

"Well, it's not. Just pack for about 3 days." Jamon wondered.

"Whatever." I murmured. 

"Don't give me an attitude. I mean, I did take you in didn't I? I deserve respect, now let's get going, and have fun. " Jamon replied.

"Whatever you say, captain," I complained.

After a few hours went by, Lilith was already blowing up my phone. Which was actually extremely annoying. 

"Where the fuck are you?" Lilith texted.

"Come on, answer me already!" Lilith began to get frustrated.

It continued for about 2 more hours. The fact that she didn't get that I wasn't up for talking is pretty saddening but, whatever. I decided to respond, out of pity.

"Sorry, had no service. Also, Jamon and I are on a trip, so you may not hear back from me a lot." I responded.

"Dammit, whatever. I guess I will see you when you get back." Lilith responded quickly.

As soon as I had set down my phone, I realized something. I am stuck with Jamon, for three days. He is already pissing me off with his music choices. Like who the hell listens to Yellow Submarine. Like, seriously, I am not 5. Nor, do I think I would even listen to that if I were 5. 

Oh god, now he is singing along to it.

"Jamon, come on. Even I have the decency to not sing to music." I complained.

" Shut up and let me enjoy this time!" Jamon replied.

After a while, I had enough and changed the radio. 

"Coming up next, a song for all those teens out there. Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit!" The car radio host informed with excitement.

"Oh hey! Come on, I bet you know this one! Let's sing this together!" Jamon joked.

"I am not going to sing, for the last time, please act normal," I responded.

"Ugh, fine." Jamon bleated.

Sometime around I would guess 3 in the morning I found myself in the car. By myself, outside of an old cemetery. For a second I had thought, well fuck, he left me out here to die.  Until, he popped in front of my window.

"Ha, oh my god, you scream like a little bitch!" Jamon joked.

"Come on, you nearly made me piss my pants asshole. Plus, why the hell would you take me here?" I asked annoyed.

"Oh, these flowers are for your parents. So stop being a noob and go and say hello." Jamon smiled as he handed me a bouquite of flowers he had hid in the trunk.

I don't how he can be smiling. Made me sick. It's not like I can say hello to them. They are dead! 

"Um, alright," I replied, at this point, tears were already streaming down my face. 

As I walked into the cemetery I began to get flashbacks. I couldn't hold back all the tears. It felt as if I was rewatching everything like a movie. I couldn't even move. Slowly, but surely I got to my parent's graves. There they were, right next to each other, just as they were when they died. I couldn't help but fall to my knees. I felt so dead inside. Part of me wished that if I dug them up they would still be alive, but I knew it would be impossible. 

Though I don't fully trust Jamon yet, I appreciate this, even though it hurts. I needed it. I needed to say goodbye. 

"I really can't thank you enough Jamon, this is the best thing anyone could have done for me." I acknowledged. 

"I am sorry that you had to go through that kid, it really breaks my heart that this all happened to you. Well, whenever you're ready I will be in the car." Jamon said as he left.

When Jamon walked out I felt an overwhelming feeling of warmth and love. I know I don't believe in any God, but part of me hopes they are somewhere beautiful. I set down the flowers and said a final goodbye before I headed to the car.

"Alright let's head to your old house, see how it's doing." Jamon insisted.

As we drive up to my old house, it looked to be abandoned and it had a very eery sense to it. It was not like it used to be, it used to be a beautiful house and now it's covered in graffiti. I wanted to freaking hurt whoever did this, if only they knew, the pain I went through. Now to see the house like this, I just couldn't handle it. I decided to hop out of the car, just so he can be closer to the house. It was the last place I spent time with my parents. As I go through the rubbage that is left I notice a photo of my parents and a letter.

The letter read: "Hey son, we love you. Happy 6th Birthday!"

I remember that birthday. Filled with so much joy, we were all together. Now, I can't say the same. 

"Hey, let's get going home," I asked Jamon.

"Well, it's a little early no?" Jamon asked with concern.

"I, just want to go, it's all too overwhelming right now. Thanks, though." I replied.

The next day, we arrived home.  Though, as soon as I got there, Lilith was in front of my doorstep.

"Hey, Gray! " Lilith yelled.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"I replied.

"What? Did you not want me to come?" Lilith asked.

"Well, it's a little weird you were ready for my arrival a day early when I hadn't even told you I was coming early," I replied.

Lilith came up to me and whispered in my ear, "I always know." 

Okay, what the hell.

"Hey, since you are here Lilith would you mind helping with putting our stuff away?" Jamon asked.

"Sure!" She blurted.

After we had unpacked, Jamon, a.k.a. Fuck Face, decided to ask Lilith if she wanted to stay for dinner. Of course, like the phsyco she is, she stayed. 

"So how has Gray been at school," Jamon asked Lilith.

"Oh, well good I would think. I am not completely sure, we don't hang out much at school," Lilith replied.

"Alright, well, I hope you are doing good," Jamon asked.

"Yes, master of my life," I replied annoyed.

"Gray, come on,"Jamon badgered. 

After a few hours went by Lilith went home and, finally I could relax.  Well, so I thought. Lilith decided it was okay to wake me up at 2 in the morning to come over. I instantly regret ever saying we could be "friends". Being the asshole I am I ignored her and went back to sleep, because, fuck that.