LUNAR

Christmas Day

I woke up later than usual. The thoughts of my father's death left me unable to move last night. My chest ached. Is this how I will deal with my father's pain? I haven't cried once. It's like I didn't even care. I was more interested in the demon than anything else. Was something wrong with me? Was I in shock or something?   

I took a shaky deep breath. That terrifying feeling I felt when he was near me came back. Was he out? Is he next to me? I remembered the area surrounding it was so cold but yet hot. A fire I never felt before. It suffocated me. It felt like I was breathing hell. Even though he isn't in front of me now I could easily imagine him. He was tall. Taller than anyone I knew and he didn't seem that much older than me.

 His hair was black cut just above his shoulders and his eyes changed color. When he was looking at me they were a red-orange but then they turned a blood red. How? And where is he now? I don't feel him inside of me nor around me anymore so where did he go? And why didn't he have a shirt on? Not that I didn't mind. He was so masculine. His abs were unbelievable. Now that I'm thinking about it he didn't have on pants either. 

He had on a mask with crosses on them. Once he used whatever it was in his hand that leveled the building next to us the crosses moved into him and he started bleeding. He acted like it didn't faze him. His power was unbelievable. I don't comprehend any of it. How could there be such a thing? Is there more like him out there? If there is then that would be dangerous.

There were also crosses on the chains connecting us. The chains were matte black, thick and heavy. He moved like they weren't even there. Why does it have to be me? Why is he attached to me? Did he choose this? Why does he want me in so much pain? Why won't he just kill me? A tear falls and I wipe the rest away. No, This won't beat me. I give up too easily. My dad was the one who told me that. I need to be stronger to fight this damn thing. Whatever he is I will overcome it.

If I talk to him would he respond? Should I even bother? There is a possibility he would though. I can ask him about the people he killed. 

"Why did you kill those people? Were they trying to kill me or you did it just because?"

Am I talking to myself? Most likely damn it. I'm sure he knows I'm talking to him if he is even there. Once I see Joseph one last time and they stop suspecting me of killing those people I can talk to the lady my dad was talking about. She should know what's going.

I took a deep breath. I can do this. My dad knew I would act this way if I knew so he kept it from me but no. I have to be strong for him. This will not stop me. I have goals. I don't have goals. I never had a goal. I so used to people using me for what they need I never had a goal for myself. 

There was a breeze coming from my window. I got up to close it but then a crow landed in the window frame. Wait no not a crow, a raven. What was a raven doing here? The bird looked me in the eyes and didn't look away. I felt on edge. Its black eyes never left mine. I finally blinked and walked to shoo the bird away but before I got to it I became weak. I feel to my knees and coughed up blood. 

What the hell was going on? I looked up to see the bird looking down at me. Somethings wrong this isn't a regular bird. I felt something drip from my nose. I was sure it was blood so I didn't worry about it I sat straight up and picked up my shoe and threw it at the bird. It flew away and I got up to close the door. 

I felt a presence behind me and I turned around so fast I almost fell over. How did it get in here? The raven was standing on my nightstand staring me in the eyes again. I walked over to my bed and grabbed the knife under my pillow. I gripped my knife tightly and swallowed. 

I hesitated. I shouldn't hesitate I would have been dead if this was someone trying to kill me. I slowly walked closer to the bird. Its eyes went from me to the knife then back to me. It leaned forward and opened its wings. I raised both of my arms to my chest and reached out. I lunged out at it but it flew up and over my head. 

I felt weak again and was forced to my knees. The bird was in the window frame again. I stood up but before I could do anything else the bird flew and pierced me in the chest. I grabbed it and tried to pull it out but it only moved deeper into my chest. I screamed from the pain. The pain reminded me of the dream I had. My hand slipped and it went all the way in. 

I fell to the floor and started shaking. It became hard to keep my eyes open. I felt like I was losing something but I didn't know what it was. My eyes slowly closed and I gave into the darkness.