Demons //h.s

Chapter Six

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A week has passed since I woke from a terrifying nightmare to find an even greater one, because this time it was reality.

The last time I had a nightmare like that was the night Mrs and Mr Smith were taken by a demon, and so I was expecting another demon attack when I entered the kitchen, only to find a single rose; the rose that Harry was carrying at the shopping centre.

How on earth did it get in here? Was Harry in my apartment at night? The thoughts still twist in spirals around my head like a tornado, causing fear and destruction. I haven't told Amber, since I don't want to scare her anymore, and after my last nightmare she seems to be getting worse pains in her back. I can see the hurt in her eyes, and I wish she would tell me what is on her mind, but she remains silent.

As a 10 year old, she is mature beyond her years; perhaps even more than me. I guess I have been her only role model for a long time, so she looks up at me always being serious and protecting. I want her to be happy, like a little child again, but the current world doesn't have time or room when sadness and grief fills everything. I see Amber sitting in her room from the kitchen, cross legged and reading a book. I can see her mouthing the words of the story, dragging her index finger across the page repeatedly.

I can see the bags under her eyes, almost black, and the sadness that fills them almost completely. I know little about demons, and how they came to exist, but I do know that they cause misery and grief, leaving no light left in the world.

*Flashback*

"Now class, since our principle went missing a few days ago, and you're probably all wondering why, I am here to tell you," her hair in a tight bun and worry filling her face, she paces around the room, trying to cover her scared face with a fake smile.

I know something is wrong here, there are only 18 students left in the class that once had 30. This class was the whole school, all students of every age were in this class, as their wasn't enough students for individual classes. And the teachers are even more scarce in numbers. I fiddle with my nails under the desk, trying to hide my fear as well.

"Has anybody heard of the term 'Demon?'" I couple of students raise their hands, including myself. Her face is now as white as a sheet and sweat is collecting on her forehead, making her makeup run down her face.

It's look almost as if she's melting. She is trying to put words together, I can see it in her eyes as words swirl around her head, causing her to choke quietly. She takes a deep breath and stands up straight, closing her eyes for a second to recompose herself.

"Some people - including myself - believe that there is something doing this killing, something greater and more terrifying than we ever expected. We, the people, for a long time thought we were all killing each other, and that all the deaths were to be blamed on the 'maniacs we have become,' but after a while it started to become more than that," I can hear a few people whispering, and the teacher has started to shake violently, looking as if she might throw up any second now.

Before she can continue talking, a girl interrupts, putting her hand up.

"Yes, Gemma?"

"What do these things look like?" her voice is small and her hands tug on her hair nervously. The teacher laughs nervously.

"Nobody knows darling, nobody has ever lived to tell the tale," Gemma's face twists in confusion before she replies.

"All monsters are human, living through corrupted minds and poor decisions," Gemma says confidently. The teacher stops pacing, her face full of fear and confusion.