Demons //h.s

Chapter One

"Lettie?"

I look over at my beautiful sister, Amber.

She's only 10 but she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her long blonde hair is much prettier than my brown shoulder length mess and her eyes are the lightest shade of blue known to man kind. And she still thinks I'm more beautiful, her beautiful big sister.

She is dressed in her plain school uniform, her white shirt hanging out at odd places along her grey skirt. Her uniform makes her skinnier than she already is and her long pale legs make her black socks and shoes stand out.

I can't believe they are still sending little kids to school in these conditions. Everybody goes to school now until they are 15, so me at the age of 18, am done and in charge to act as the adult for the only remainder of my family.

"Yes Amber?" I ask as I cross the kitchen to help her tuck in her shirt.

"Will you be okay on your own?" She looks up at me and frowns sadly.

I smile at her love and concern for me and nod. She smiles back now knowing that I'm okay and wraps her arms around me tightly. She looks back up to me and the smile fades from her face.

"Will I be okay?"

The question haunts me. I don't know to be honest. But I smile and pull her back into our hug. Her warmth is comforting.

"Of course you'll be okay. I'll see you this afternoon, okay? I love you." I look back down at her with a sad smile. She nods slowly and pulls away from me to grab her bag from the table.

"I love you too, Lettie," she calls out as she opens and closes the door behind her with a bang. Even though I'm the one that has to look after her, I'm the oldest and more parent like in the family, she's the one that it mostly worrying about me. Her kind soul made me feel at home.

I sigh sadly and continue to the kitchen to clean up breakfast, knowing in my heart that if something was to happen to her, I couldn't save her if I tried. It pains me ever more to think of what could happen if something happened to me. She would be on her own, nobody to look after her. If only Dad hadn't left us, the story would be completely different.

Our Dad left me when I was young, well he didn't leave, he just didn't come back. He had been a drunk his whole life after his whole family was killed by demons and he was left on his own. His whereabouts are unknown, if he is even still alive.

My thoughts are interrupted by my stomach growling loudly.

"Ugh," I say to myself as I wonder over to the fridge. My mind speaks for me even before I see the inside of the fridge, and of course, there's no food left. That means I'll have to go down to the store - on my own.

Nothing in the shops cost money anymore, everybody is so poor that they don't actually expect anyone to pay. With most families only children are left, so they couldn't pay anyway. Nobody is greedy though, we all need the food and everybody understands that. It's one of the things that I respect about humanity - we have learnt to respect each other.

Going alone to the shops will be dangerous and quite frankly terrifying, but I'll have to risk it unless I want to starve to death. I pack my handbag and make my way towards the door, the nervousness rising in my stomach and my head feeling already lighter. I shouldn't feel this way, I want to feel safe, but I'm far from safe in this world.

I open the door and close it behind be as quietly as I can and lock it, making sure that it is completely locked. The grey sky hangs over me like a burden as I make my way towards the store, keeping an eye out for anything. I am uneasy, tossing my head from side to side to make sure the street is clear of anything I don't want to bump into.

I notice myself quickening my walking pace and that my heart is also beating a million times a second. I swear I see something or someone move out of the corner of my eye but I ignore it and walk faster than before, almost breaking into a run.

I finally arrive at the store feeling sweaty and nervous, but relieved. I am quick to grab the essentials for the next couple of weeks, as Amber and I hardy go through anything.

I am about to grab some toilet paper off the shelf when a tall man cuts in front of me rudely, taking all the toilet paper. I scoff loudly and he turns around to look me in the eyes, his face inches from mine.

I gasp at how attractive he is, even this close to me, I cannot see a flaw. His dark curls are pushed back by a bandana and his dark green eyes stare at me with, laughter? Yes, his mouth is curled into a smirk to show off his handsome, white smile and deep dimples.

"Is there a problem miss?" he asks cheekily, his voice deeper than I expected.

"Umm, yeah. I need some, uh toilet paper," I stutter, still eyeing him all over. A tattoo peeks out of the top of his shirt and his arms are covered with tattoos. I despise people with tattoos, but this, this was hot.

"You need the dunny paper aye?" He smirks even more. I gulp and nod, looking at my feet. I am surprised when the toilet paper is shoved at my chest. I take it and look up at the him to find him still smirking.

"Um thanks, thanks..."

"Harry. Thanks Harry," he finishes my sentence for me and pats me on the shoulder. He gives me a look to say "and you are?"

"Scarlett. Thanks again Harry," I say and walk away. Well that was weird. Nice, but weird.

"See you 'round Scarlett!" he calls after me. I turn quickly and wave my hand to say goodbye, and rush to the check out.

The walk home feels safer than the walk here, but I still get home feeling out of breath. I fiddle with the lock quickly before I open the door and walk inside of the house. Something feels odd, but I'm not sensing it fully.

I walk into the kitchen to put the groceries away but instead drop all of them when I see the sight of the kitchen. I gasp and fall back against the wall.

Oh no.