3:07 a.m ☠ malik

16

Save Me

"It's been so long since I've spoken through the human flesh," Evette slowly spoke, her voice deep and raspy.

"Let her go," I quickly demanded, planting both feet on the ground firmly in attempt to look braver. She's twelve. She couldn't possibly do a thing to me. "Leave Fawn alone. Let her go!" I repeated again, this time with greater conviction. Nothing but a hoarse cackle fell from the demon's lips.

"No," she smiled wickedly. "Can't you see, Zayn? She's mine. She belongs to me. I will burn her soul in the flames of hell until there's nothing but her ashes." My fists clenched as Fawn's body continued to disfigure before me. More bruises and cuts and burn marks appeared on her grey skin. If I didn't do anything to save Fawn any sooner, I'll lose her for good.

Luke, Ginger, and Silvanna barged into the room, all three out of breath. They screamed at the sight of Fawn who's eyes were piercing into their petrified gazes.

"What the hell!!!" Luke cried, his jaw hanging. Silvanna was staring at me in horror. This was all consuming time. I needed to somehow get that fucking ghost out of Fawn. But how? How the hell was I gonna do it?! The old words of my religious grandfather rung in my head.

This is how you do it, pal. Let me tell you first that a ghost inside of living flesh is not a ghost anymore. It is a demon. It's soul is long lost. It's soul is not there, but what is there is the evil. The evil is what remained, and now it is there to haunt and torment the souls of humans. In a situation like that, you'd have to fight the soul out of the demon. A human's soul comes with determination, and with determination you and I know it can take itself far. Spark the soul, make it fight. It's still in there.

She's still in there.

"I know what you've been through," I began, looking into her dark black eyes. Her attention diverted to me as soon as I began talking. "It's one word: hell. And it's where you are now. And it's where you're trying to take Fawn, but I won't let that happen, in the name of Jesus I won't!" I hissed at her. She flinched at the sound of the sacred name.

"How dare you," her eyes narrowed. "How dare you tell me that you know what I've been through?!" red veins appeared under her eyes as she shouted. She turned and grabbed the lamp on the nightstand and smashed it against her head.

"Stop!" I cried, but she continued to look for another object to torture Fawn's body. This time she headed for the TV. Luke and I both ran toward her, but with the movement of a hand, we both soared in the air backwards, our backs smacking the wall. I groaned in pain and watched her pick up the television.

"You don't have to do this, it could end differently!" Silvanna cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Your mother abused you, both of you," I weakly spoke. She lifted the television and looked at me again. "And you were helpless, you got bullied." Moisture began to build up in my eyes. "Fawn, I know you're there. You need to fight for your body, Fawn. Look into my eyes." I pleaded.

"Look at us," Ginger shook her head. "We're your friends. We care about you! We love you."

"STOP!" Evette shrieked, the television falling from her grip and shattering into a million pieces on the floor. "STOP IT!"

She fell to the floor, shaking violently and out of control. With all of the energy left inside of me, I crawled to her and held her down. The rest of them huddled around her to keep her in place.

"Zayn!" a different voice spoke through Fawn's mouth. It was Fawn her very self. There was hope after all.

"Guys, it's working. The way we're talking to her," I desperately breathed. "Fawn, look at me! Look at me!"

An echoing scream of terror escaped from Fawn's lips. She started to cough up blood and I grabbed Fawn by the face.

"Stop it, Evette!" I growled furiously. "Fawn is stronger than you! Go back to hell!

"In the name of Jesus," Luke whispered into he ears. "Go . . . go. Go," he repeated into Fawn's ear as she screamed and thrashed her legs.

"We may share similar stories," Fawn coughed through the demon. "But that . . . that doesn't give you the right!!! . . . to take over my body!" her eyes closed and when she opened them, the blackness was slowly diminishing before me. "I have a reason to live," she whispered. "Even after the abuse I went through . . . " she coughed up more blood but I knew Evette's spirit was too weak. Fawn's was fighting back, like the strong soldier she was and always has been and will be. "I want to live," she stated, the screams of the spirit fading away, the blood no longer being coughed up anymore.

"Find the light," she softly whispered. Her injuries faded away and her skin was slowly transforming back to normal. The blood on her face bubbled into thin air and her hair was no longer a disheveled mess.

. . . But then her eyes closed, and they didn't open.

They never did.

To Not Be Continued.