Demons

Chapter 1

The day was like any other day. Oh hi my name is Rosemary. Yes like the herb my parents have weird name choices. My alarm clock went off at 6 am like it always does. I got up and re-braided my long hair. When I say long I mean it goes to my ankles. I know, why don't you cut it? That's the thing, at the end of 10th grade it was to my ears. Its now a week into 11th grade. My hair started doing this after my parents died in a fire in 9th grade. Yet when it hit my ankles it stops growing, I just leave it alone. I lived with my aunt till two weeks before 10th grade ended. I got a house on my 18th birthday thanks to my aunt.

I got dressed in to a black skirt that goes to my knees, a white short sleeve shirt, and a black'n white stripe sweater. I went downstairs to make breakfast for me and my best friend. He never eats so I make sure he eats at-least breakfast. I eat mine and put the rest into a container for him. I grabbed my school stuff from my office, then I put on some stockings that right below my knees their is a cat face then is black the rest of the way down, and some black combat boots. I grabbed my keys then left to go to school.

I got in my car as my phone started to ring. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey I need a ride my moms throwing stuff again!" said, a deep husky voice that belongs to my best friend, Richard. I sighed as I heard things crashing and his mom screaming. "I'll be right there Satan Boy," I said as I hung up and started my car. I started to head to his house as the memory of how he got his nick name came to me. It was like any other day until I saw him. He walked into school with a pentagram shirt on and was in all black. The kids started to call him that. The name never bothered him, he would just chuckle when he would hear it.

I pulled into his driveway and watched as the 6'9" man ran out of the front door as a shoe nearly missed him. When my headlights hit him I saw that he was wearing black skinny jeans with rips, Five Finger Death Punch shirt on, a leather vest, and black combat boots. As he ran his longish black hair flew back. He gets in panting, I sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to tell your mom that your a Satanist," I say as I pull out of his driveway. "She should know, but I keep forgetting that she has Alzheimer's." he said after taking a pop-tart packet out of his mouth and puts it in the glove box with the others.

I sighed and patted his head, "Hey you took a shower. You get a gold star or food? You choose." I said with a chuckle. He got very excited, "Food! I love your cooking!" he said happily. I chuckle, "It's in my bag in the back seat," I said as we got on the highway. He grabbed the food in a heart beat. He started eating it right away. The bacon was gone by the time we got off the highway. By the time we pulled into the school parking lot it all was gone. He put the empty container, that was practically licked clean, in the back seat and we get out of the car.

We get inside and the whispering started from everyone. I lowered my head like normal, Richard just yawned. This has happened ever since 6th grade. I was next to a window in class on our free period, it was the first time I met Richard, I went to touch the glass and it shattered. Everyone screamed and all I could do was look at my hand, which was bleeding from the broken glass. Everyone started to throw things at me. I got hit with a couple pencil bags when I stopped feeling them hit me. I had looked up and saw Richard making sure I didn't get hit. By the time the teacher came back he had gotten textbooks thrown at him. The teacher made them stop and called the principle as Richard took me to the nurse. Ever since then they would call me a freak, the only time people would talk to me would be when they bully me.

We were walking down the hallway when this guy threw something at me, but right before it could hit me Richard caught it. He throw it back at him and hit him square in the face. The principle walked up to the guy and talked to him. He just nodded at us and we walked away. I looked down and sighed which made Richard look at me. "Do you want to skip again?" he asked looking around. I nodded and we went to a stair well that didn't have any cameras. Richard is weirder then me, I don't know how he does it, but he can.

He took two pieces of paper out of his bag and I took out a sewing needle. He put them on the floor and we pricked our fingers and dropped a drop of blood on them. The papers morph into us. We gave them our bags and they walked off. They act just like us so we weren't worried. We sneaked out to my car and we went to my house. When we got to my house we went inside. I took the container to the sink and washed it while he watched T.V. I walked into the living-room and sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer to him. I leaned against him as I laid my head on his shoulder. We both yawned and he stretched out across the couch but pulled me on top of him.

We laid there like that for awhile, I was just listening to his heart beat when I felt his grip loosen. I softly giggled and continued to listen to the rhythm of his heart. I soon joined him in slumber.