Demons (on hold)

Prologue

Shattered wood all over the classroom. The wood almost nailed a few people in the head.

I had just exploded the wooden classroom door.

Everyone stared at me.

What has she done?

What is she?

Is she even human?

How did she do that?

I ran.

First stop: girls' restroom.

I sat on the third-stall toilet and put my head in my hands. Then I started to cry.

I knew I needed to stop. I couldn't let them take over. I needed to stop crying . . . I couldn't walk out there with a puffy face. But it seemed like that was what was going to happen, as I could not stop.

I heard someone walk in. Sniffling, I continued to hiccup as they knocked on the stall door.

"Versa, are you ok?" I heard someone concerned ask.

I sniffled once more, and opened the door up to Ms. Pelousa.

"I'm sorry for wrecking your door," I hung my head in reply.

"It's ok, V. That old door needed to go anyways," she said, obviously not understanding what happened.

"Thanks for coming to check on me. I'll be ok," I told her, dismissing her in a grateful way.

It was nice to know someone cared, but I knew she was just doing a teacher's job. Yet she WAS my nicest teacher . . .

As soon as she left, I walked over to the mirror. No way was I going back to class like this. I decided to run before someone else saw me and questioned me even further. I couldn't deal with this right now.

I got in my car a few minutes later, after having somehow gotten past the office lady. I quickly drove home, hoping for someone to explain.

No luck. I had the house to myself.

Who am I? I thought to myself. I had no idea anymore.