the story of Michael Davis. A smile story.

Michelle

Michael was worried about Michelle she was cold and seemed to have lost a lot of blood somehow.

When everyone was out of the room Michael lifted Michelle from her bed, undressing her wounds to see what happened. He studied her body and looked closer to her stomach, seeing an entrance wound and a tear down her waist.
Michael called the nurse and doctor into the room showing them her punctures as they all exchanged puzzled glances.

The doctor brought Angie and Andrew in, explaining what he thought was 'sympathy of the dead.' They were confused at first until the doctor told them what it was.
The doctor sat at the table, speaking. "I believe Michelle is going through some tough stuff. She has been bullied to her breaking point. drama has been around her for too long l. You see, I think Michelle has what I call 'Sympathy of the dead'. It's an anxiety phase where she sees and hear her own consciousness in a physical form. She's suffering from hallucinations due to stress, There's not much we can do for her now but keep her steady until it calms down , and if it doesn't calm down we'll have to send her to a mental institution."
Michael sighs in sadness nodding along as he glances at Michelle as she sleeps until she awakens again.

A Few Months Later...

One day Micheal is sitting next to Michelle restless as he sang her a melody that she would remember, her hair had grown to the floor, full of life and curls but it remained white as if it were fresh snow in the morning air.
He was interrupted in the middle of his hums by Michelle's eyes springing to life, immediately landing on Micheal who was dozing off. When Micheal looked up their eyes met and he was happy that she finally woke. He quickly stood, pulling her into a hug. Something was wrong; she just laid in his arms staring at him with her tired and almost emotionless eyes.
Micheal had known something wasn't right about her, she wasn't as cheerful as she once was. The iris of her eyes have completely changed. He pulled away hearing her neck crack a little as he began to worry about her "woah! A-Are you okay Michelle!?"
She sat silently and swiftly nodded as she pointed to the change of clothes softly gurgling her words "yes..may I change my wear..?".

After she got dressed she pushed Micheal aside and jumped out the window, running into the woods to her secret treehouse.

She held her head softly panting, aware of her surrounding. Her eyes gleamed into a dark yellow, looking around silently crying to herself. "HellBent Why Are You Doing This?? Where Are You? What Have You Done To Me..I'm- I'm A Monster!!".

She hugged her knees feeling a tight grip on her shoulder pulling her closer as the Stern voice said "Don't Worry it had to be Done Michelle. You were Already different. Besides, this will be the last that They will See of you. You're stronger now."

Michelle looked up at the figure whose skin was tanned red. His hair was just over his shoulders. He had eyes like a cat, bright yellow and uncentered. He had a scar running across his face with and had horns. He wore a trench coat that was black and had boots up to his knees.

He looked evil at first glance but once you get to know him he's not so bad. She cried harder as blood streamed down her eyes "b-but why hellbent? why me? Nobody looks at me the way they used to! Not even my own twin! I'm just some nutcase now!"