Demon Child

Demon

The girl would think to herself about how the world was and how she should take it. Take it and make it the way she wanted it. The love she would give it, take away all the pain that the people have put it throw. Crying throw all hours of the night her pain was greater than it ever was before. The demon that lies within me screams to let it out. Let it out to make the world be in even more pain, make the people of world be in pain, so they know what they have done wrong.        

    My name is Angelica Merrie Harrison but i haven't gone by that in a long time, you can call me Dani. At the moment i'm 23 years old. My story is a little different this most people's story they don't have a thing in them that is waiting to come out waiting for you to let it out. Wanting to kill everything and everyone around you. My family is very religious but not in the way people would think, they are not the bible thumping god is all great kind of people. They are ones who believe in something a little different, not so different in the end. They are still “there god is the best” kind of people.
     
         What i grew up on was the Devil, i know i know crazy right? Well when i was young it wasn't so crazy to me. I thought that was what the world believed in i thought i was doing the right thing. I thought i was believing in the right thing. This was something that was passed on from generation to generation families to families a lot of people believed. Once you are born you are one of them, but this time around it was different for me and my brother, different for a lot of people. When i was born i was chosen for the sacrifice out of 3 other babies born that day i was the only girl. My brother was 12 at the time, he was told that i was going to be with the Devil helping him making sure we all have long loving life's.
       
        My father would be the one who would perform the sacrifice. My father took my brother and my mother to the side before the ceremony and told them he would be doing it differently this time. My grandfather before he died gave him this old document, don't know where it came from don't know why he had it but he did. My grandfather told him it was a version of the sacrifice ceremony, he told my father if he were to have a girl to make sure that she was chosen for this, because this document had the ability to make one of the Devil's right hand men go into the little girl, that way they can rule them, rule over the community.
      
         My father was young and naive and listen to him. A promise was made in blood between them. The day had come he had a daughter, she was the one. I was the one, i was to have it in me to possessed, all my  mother cared about that i was going to live and same with my brother. To think about it i know that my father didn't care. My brother and my mother were told not to react to anything to tell them nothing if it all went wrong and my father was killed for doing bad against  the community. At this point that's all i know about it, that is all my brother told me. He wasn't allowed into the room all kids were not old enough. At least they didn't want to scar them for the rest of their lives.

        That is where my story begins with something evil, but it doesn't end there, as i grew up i was treated differently from the other kids. They looked at me as if i wasn't meant to be here. At the time i didn't understand why they were doing that it made me sad made me want to die. My mother told me it was because i was special. Someone who was going to do great when i was older. I believed her, made me happy i believed in the Devil more and more every day i was 5 when that happen. As you grow up in this community you are branded with the words of the devil which meant you would tattooed, at least that is better than being really branded with a hot metal rod. They have become more civilized since the olden times. Even tho this is still at little well i mean a lot crazy.

        But back to it when i turned 6 i got my first brand it was on the middle of my back, it hurt so much like i was being stabbed. When i was 7 i got 2 more. Every year i would get more and more. But when i was 11 i staying with another family while my mother father and brother were working. They had normal lives outside of the community, but i was too young to make money for the community. While i would stay with the other family i was put into a room with no windows, had to study nothing else but study, one day tho the family was remodeling their house since they were having a new baby they needed to make room for it. They had me in a different room it had windows I could see outside,  a lot of kids were playing, I didn't understand what they were doing I had never done they I was always told it was bad and it was agents what the Devil wanted from us kids.  I moved away from the window and sat down on the couch they told me to watch the movie that was in the VHS player,  it was a inspirational video from the leader about how The Devil is great and all, I went to play it but it the wrong button and it went to the TV there was a show on Sesame Street I think it was,  kids were in school playing having fun.

      I wanted that I wanted to have fun play and everything.  As I was watching I laughed a little,  the mother of the family heard me laugh and came in I was beaten for watching. They sent me home at the end of the day.  My mother seen that I had a black eye and asked me what I did,  when I told her she got down on her knees and asked me if that is what I wanted.  I told her yes,  my brother had gone to school like a normal kid when he turned 10. I wanted that to. My mother and father sat me down and told me I could never speak about they because not everyone would understand what we believed in, I had to wear long sleeves keep my body covered up so no one could see. I had to wait till the new school year,  it gave my parents enough time to get there shit together about me why I was home schooled and not had my shots but at least I was able to go.

          I wasn't popular of course,  understandable for the new kid who was raised from evil thought to believe in the Devil.  I stayed in the corner most of the time.  A lot of the kids thought I was weird so they would pick on me like any kid would do when they don't understand.  I was hit a few times to from the stupid kids who thought they were all that. They didn't know that I was use to it,  that there hits did nothing to me.  One day when I kid was picking on me,  I'll never forget it,  a boy popped up he was in a different class but I had seen in a few times.  He stopped the other kid pushed him away told him to leave me alone.  Someone helped me no one had ever helped me before. I didn't think anyone would ever do that. From then on he was always near he stayed with me we became best friends.

       Years had past i wasn't picked on so much i came out of my shell some made new friends wasn't into my parents religion so much anymore. I started to not believe anymore. When i turned 16 that was when i started to move away from the community. I wanted a new me i changed my name to Dani well not legally but between my friends and my teachers and even my brother that's what they knew me as. The community didn't like that neither did my father i would of thought that they would of done something to me but no nothing just my father asked me more like begged me to never stop believing even if i keep going away from the community i told him i wouldn't but it was a lie, i wanted  to leave but i couldn't leave my mother and my brother. I was stuck on that part.

         I still had to keep the secret of what they had been doing. I never told anyone till one fuck up. It was when i was 17 i was getting ready for bed changing my clothing and at that moment Mike was climbing up the side of the house to my window, right when i took off my shirt he was at the window, he seen all the tattoos all the words of the devil i turned around to grab my shirt and i seen him. His eyes were so wide and he feel back when i got to the window he was on the ground looking up at me. I put a shirt on and went out the window. When i got to him he wouldn't look at me. I asked him what he was thinking, and all he said was that he wanted to know why and what. We went to the park and i told him. I was surprised he didn't think i was crazy or told me to leave him alone. The last year of high school was when everything changed. That is where the new story begins.