The Beings of The Unknown.

HER

July, 2018

[ I had written this many months ago, and left it as a draft. so much has changed since then...but anyway, I found this again and decided to post it and continue the story of Begg. I will be posting another chapter soon.]

So....its been awhile, but I've decided to update this story because well, why not?
Now I remember in my first chapter titled "Blake" I said that I only had a light protector.

Well, i was wrong.

Last year, around summer, I met someone. Let's call him...Mitchell.
Mitchell was in the same apartment complex as I was and I grew rather fond of him. He was cute and had a strange aura to him. He slouched a little when he walked, and it made me think of a story i had read previously.
It said that almost everyone has a demon on their shoulders. The bigger the demon, the more the person slouches, because it weighs them down. I wonder- why was his demon so large?
He intrigued me. I had never expected the feeling was mutual though, until he started writing me love letters. No one had ever done that for me, and I felt..special. He made me feel like I mattered. I was in a very dark place back then, yet he managed to bring me a beautiful light- Figuratively speaking. But, still..something was off.
Now, if you dont know what happened in the last chapter, read it. Because it correlates to what im about to tell you.

" Then as I was sketching, I hear a laugh right beside my bed. It sounded child-like, yet evil. "

In this exact same place, the laugh which I wrote about in my last chapter, "Spirits", is where I saw her.
I have this large vanity in my room, against the wall facing the bottom area of the bed.
I was fixing my hair and it was rather dark in the room. Behind myself, in the mirror, right by the bottom of my bed she stood there looking at me. I couldn't tell if she was either short or on her knees, but she was only 3 feet tall. She had long, dark hair that hid half of her face and had a purplish hue to her skin. The only facial features I could see was merely a wide smile. She stared at me until I tried looking her directly in the eyes through the mirror, then she disappeared. This happened a regularly, yet I only saw her when I looked in the mirror and each time she grew a little taller and got closer and closer to me.
Mitchell and I were like a couple, but weren't really official. We kissed, he called me "babe", we spent time together, he held me, comforted me. He told me about his father dying of a brain aneurysm, and not long after we met his mother and stepfather perished in a fire. Perhaps, I thought, that was the reason his demon was so large?
I could relate to him in so many ways, his experiences, his taste in music, his personality. We we're so in sync and it seemed as though we were meant to be. At least I thought, until he had began avoiding me.
He never texted me, nor did he try seeing me again. I didnt understand why and maybe I didnt want to.
Months go by and I start a new school. I forget about Mitchell, and things are fine. I didnt see her as regularly as I used to see her, so I decided to contact her through automatic writing. I quickly come into contact with her, and she tells me her name is Begg. "Why Begg?" I wonder. Although in the back of my mind I know the reason. I needed attention and validation from boys so badly. Maybe this deep-seated need for such love which i searched for in guys had made Begg attach herself unto me. But she doesnt wish to harm me, quite the opposite. She protects me. Recently when i see her, she's nearly my height and she's right behind me. She's growing fast, and I know why. She tells me things now- or rather warns me.

And everytime, I never listen.

Xoxo, Elysium.