Expelling Demons [On Hold]

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Ashlyn

She's possessed.

Myana is muttering things about demons, and I don't know what to do. All of our life's savings couldn't buy us a doctor's visit. Mom's busy with the baby, and I have to worry about getting food on the table for my mother, my brother, my possessed sister, and myself. At least Myana's eating. At least she's responsive.

"Myana," I coo as if she were a baby. "Myana, come here." She looks up from the dead chicken that lies in between her legs and squints her black eyes at me. The chicken's feathers are still attached, and you can see crimson liquid matted to its skin.

"Myana," I continue through quivering teeth. I want to take her hand and pull her up, but I wouldn't dare touch her. Her skin is so light and so strange, no longer the dark brown you could find on the trees. Instead, it's loosing it's color in a way I can't describe. She's fading away.

I back away. I don't want to be near her anymore. As a matter of fact, I want her out. That pale, dilated-eyed beast is not my sister. It's not safe to have her near my little brothers.

I know what I've got to do, and sadly, if Layna were here, she would agree.

I go to my mother's small room and start digging under the broken frame of her bed. Found it.

Dad's gun lays cold in my clammy hands.

I pull it out and walk back to where Myana sits, shredding the chicken carcass with her bare hands. She never even looked up to acknowledge me.

This will be easy, and that scares me, too.