These Demons Within Us

Chapter 3

I immediately open my deep blue eyes to the harsh rays of the burning sun. I bat my long dark eyelashes as my pupils try to fixate on the world. A moan escapes from my lips from the tapping sunlight against my face, wondering how long i have been asleep. As I notice that the car has been completely turned on one side, and the windows have been completely destroyed leaving fragments of glass everywhere covering almost every inch of the ground and leaving the other remains of the broken window pierced in my skin, leaving cuts and blood everywhere. As I start to wake up, I find myself crouched down, my head just barely touching my knees as the backrest of my car seat collapsed, putting all of its weight on my back. I push the heavy object off my back using the little strength I had recovered and thoroughly examine the car. I look in both the drivers and passengers seat but do not find my father nor my stepmother. Instead, puddles of dark red blood take their places followed by smaller puddles and splatters of the sickening red liquid covering the white leather seats as if it were a canvas and the blood was just a form of abstract art. I turn to my right where I normally find the warming and always happy Macey, but find more puddles of the thick blood in her place. I look around the car again and find both right car doors have been ripped off and landed somewhere. As I try to converge everything, I come to a horrible realization; something happened here, and did not end well.

I sorely work my way out of what was left of our car, and stand besides it. I cant help but think, what happened? The right side of my face burns as if someone had brutally pressed it with a hot iron until my skin started to blacken. I slowly lift my arm and gingerly touch the bare surface of my cheek where it burned like inferno. I lowered my hand and cautiously examined my hand and find it covered with the warm, freshly born blood, dripping onto dusty earth I stand on, seeping through the thirsty dirt. I slowly look up before me to find myself in the middle of a dry meadow where the heads if dandelions pop out from the overgrown grass. Where am I??

I raise my head to look past the beaten car to see if there was anything that showed a sign of life but only find the wheat field being stretched acres and acres on disappearing into the distance. I turn my head to the left and find a desolate road that who knows where it leads too, not far from the scene. I look down on the ground once again. I try to imagine just what happened here when I was sleeping, and I wondered, why didn't I wake up?

Out of the very corner of my bruised eye, I see something strange, red and still moist. I step towards it, suddenly feeling a sharp and excruciating pain in my right ankle. I feel the rough friction of a bone forcefully grinding another, making it tormenting to walk. I try to ignore the pain and keep on forwards to substance in which I hope is something else. As badly as I hoped, wished, and prayed it was something else, I knew in the back of my mind it wasn't, and the horrible expectation was true. On the dirt that layed ahead of me, I find a trail of the disgusting, spine curling substance that was once inside my family, leading far into the grass stalks that reach up to your knees. My conscience suddenly goes into a quick controversy but ends in the conclusive decision on following the sickly path. Bit by bit I stagger painfully, determined to find out what happened to my family whom I didn't care for much until now. As I go deeper into the empty meadow following the trail of blood that hasn't completely dried up yet, my stomach turns into a knot. A large lump forms in the back of my throat as my vision ogles at what lies before me. As I limp closer I notice the lump gets bigger as it tries to suffocate and choke me. There, in a patch of dirt, was the sickening appearance of a leg attached to a ragged body with both its arms missing and torn off as if someone had the super strength and ripped them off the body like if it was as easy as plucking a hair off. As I scrutinize the body, I notice that in the place of his head, was a large rock. The not so well digested eggs and pancakes start making its way back up and the taste of acid and lumps of food bite the back of my throat. Instinctively I turn to my left and let out all the fluid and food I had consumed since last night. My body seems lightweight and everything feels like a dream. As I try to ignore all of these sickening feelings, I see a gaping hole in the corpse of what's left of my father. His heart has been ripped out, exposing broken ribs and pieces of internal flesh.

As bad as I feel right now I still continue the search for clues of my step mother and Macey. Oh god Macey! How fragile she is with her blonde hair neatly braided into two braids with her bangs hanging just above her blue eyes that go great with her freckles that are lightly sprinkled over her smooth pale skin. She wouldn't even hurt a fly if she had to, I can't help but wonder all the pain and torture she suffered. Just a child who unintentionally got on my nerves only because she was so happy and laughing all the time. The thought of kids never really had a good image in my mind whether if they're younger or about the same age as I am. It's hard for me to make friends and always has been that way ever since I can remember. I've been called antisocial various times by people whom I've only shared a few words with and even by my parents. It's true, I'm not much of a people person and I'm not a big fan of kids but Macey had something about her, something that made my day better, and she was my favorite out of my entire family. The thought of not knowing where Macey is or what happened with her made me feel even more uneasy. Stomach acid and what's left of my food start coming up again so I turn around to rid of all substances inside me when I notice in the distance, a pile of charred limbs and a strand of golden hair reflects the sun.

"Macey", I gasp. Tears are starting to form in the inner corners of my eyes and I turn away. I can't handle this. Not minding my fractured ankle, I walk towards the remains of the car.

Avoiding the pieces and sharp edges of the broken glass, I try to look for anything that might help me right now. My father usually keeps his cell phone in a drawer inside the house and on the occasional times he brings it with him in his front right pocket. This, unfortunately was not that occasional time. He did not bring his phone on this trip from fear of losing it and a sudden flash of hate runs through my body. Macey doesn't have a cell phone yet so the last hope was my step mother. I search through the seats and the glove box, tearing away at anything where her phone might be. One thought crosses my mind; she either has it in her purse, or in her pocket which is destroyed from the fire that has been lighten upon her. Searching for her purse becomes more and more unnecessary because I know, deep down, it was in her back pocket. Putting my weight on my shattered ankle, I angrily kick the tire of the car. Wincing from the pressure I back away from the scene. I carefully observe the place and remember the desolate road. I figure 'Why not? I've got nothing to lose except my life which I wouldn't mind losing right now' and head straight towards the road, hoping it will take me somewhere else and wake me up from this gruesome nightmare.

(Ok so right now I have the first few chapters written out already I just need to move them here and kinda go over them and stuff like that so I'm gonna be updating pretty quickly for the first couple of chapters. Thank you so much for reading this it really means a lot to me xD okay enough of me blabbering so I'm just gonna end this authors note lol)