Silent Cries ☾N.H.S

20| two different demons

❝ 'cause i miss your arms around me and the way you make me laugh.
now i'm stuck inside this prison that says you're never coming back. ❞

- drown by front porch step

A/N: school is really busy, blah i'm not even going to homecoming tomorrow, i'll be drinking hot cocoa in my pjs that night, and writing more for silent cries because ily guys more than anything else ❁

☾20☽

The next day, I found myself seated with Louis again, watching an old black and white documentary on the television about jellyfish.

"How do they exist? They have no heart or brain," he said.

"How do we exist?" I asked in return.

"We don't. We're like potatoes."

"Potatoes exist, you nimrod."

"Not if you eat one," he pointed out.

"Shut the frick up, I want to watch the rest of this."

"Whatever, Greens."

At one point in the movie, another ghost wandered in and stood in a corner of the room, his black hair was fringed and pushed back to show his light blue eyes.

"It's your turn," he said, just loud enough for the two of us to hear, then walked away.

I turned slowly to Louis. "My turn?" I asked.

"Your turn!" He said, getting up and taking wrist.

He pushed me forward and stopped outside of Liam's door. "You're turn to talk to the therapist," he said.

"What?" I asked, but Louis had already vanished into the crowd.

The door opened and Liam pointed to a seat in front of his desk. I sat down.

Then I stood up. "When do I leave this asylum?" I asked him.

"The next time you see Walter."

I sighed, feeling slightly more relaxed. "When is that?"

"In a few more years," he said.

My eyes widened. "What?!"

"Once he comes back with Carter, he has to find some other demons and-"

"No!" I yelled, slamming my palms down on his desk. "But I'm not crazy, I don't deserve to be in this place with insane ghosts!"

"From the information I received, you jumped off a bridge, nearly drowned in your shower, you were out in the middle of a corn field unconscious, and ran into a forest the day of your friend's funeral."

"I-I'm not crazy."

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not, I need to leave!" I ran to the door and opened it, shoving past ghosts and making my way to the large front door.

But the hallway just stretched on forever, further and further, and with each step, it just seemed to go longer. The longer I ran, the more it seemed to get darker, and soon enough the corridor was completely pitch black.

I stopped, not winded because I didn't have functioning lungs. That didn't mean I wasn't terrified. The only thought in my mind was to run, run, run- to run until I saved myself or someone saved me. The person I imagined saving me at the end was a blur, there was no one- I had no one to save me in this place.

The only light was the faint glow of lamp light. Then I looked to the wall and all I could imagine was demons lined up along the wall, quietly looking at me.

But Walter was a demon and so was Carter, and they never harmed me?

Walter never said he was a demon though, and Carter had loved me. How were these demons going to behave then?

I began walking the opposite way, not sure where I was headed or where my door was. Suddenly, a frantic running sound came from behind me and I screamed.

Sprinting as fast as I could, I felt a weird feeling press my chest and then I was down on the floor, fingers around my body, dragging my backwards.

I clawed at the wooden floorboards and finally latched onto a handle in the ground. Opening it, I saw that it was a trapdoor, and using one last boost of energy, I pushed my way into it, using my fingers to detach the dry hand from around my leg.

Once I had gotten into the trapdoor, I kept my fingers on the handle because I could feel no ground beneath my feet. If I let go, where would I land? It was too dark to see anything.

That's when I felt the hand, cracked and cold, it took my first finger and lifted it. I yelled for help. Then the next finger. My hands became slippery with sweat and I dug my fingernails into the handle.

The demon lay his hands over mine. I screamed and said, "please don't let me go, please."

The tears came long and fast. The demon would suck my soul and my last memory would be in this dark corridor, tears dripping down my face, alone.

The hand, suddenly soft and warm, lifted all my fingers off but kept them in their hand as they lifted me above the trapdoor. I lay in a pile on the ground, crying and squirming away from the demon.

Suddenly they lunged and my cloak was pushed back by the wind before draping over the two of us.

"Shush, he'll wake up," a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"Walter?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I'm here, love. Be quiet though, I knocked out Carter, but I'm not sure if he'll wake up." His voice was deep and raspy, comforting.

Feeling so relieved, I hugged Walter, my fingertips pressing against the ribs in his back. His body stiffened before relaxing.

"You're not mad at me?" He asked quietly.

"I am so fucking mad at you," I said, but didn't release my hug.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his face centimeters away from mine, and his fingertips brushing over my knuckles accidentally. "It's time for our escape."

A feeling of security embraced me when I realized he planned on coming with me. If Walter was a demon, why didn't he act like one? Not that I was complaining or anything.

He picked me up abruptly, his palms pushing me up to my feet, tangled inside my cloak. I had barely enough time to wrap my legs around his waist as he suddenly kicked something coming at us.

The demon flew to the ground and then a deep british accent, "I still love you so much, Halo, you'll always be mine."

Carter's eyes connected with mine in the dark, making me freeze as sudden memories invaded my thoughts, making me feeling like I was suffocating, the darkness pressing in on me from every direction.

Walter rubbed my back softly and turned around, sprinting in the opposite direction with certainty, my legs still wrapped around his waist. I pulled the string on my cloak, letting it fall to the ground in ripples.

I yelled back over my shoulder, "I'm breaking up with you, Carter!"

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A/N: what do you guys think will happen??? i'm curious as to what's going on your heads

SO UM HAS ANYONE READ PAPER TOWNS BY JOHN GREEN BC I AM IN A RANTING MOOD

I HONESTLY WISH I WAS JOHN GREEN LIKE WTF I'M ALMOST SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND I WANT TO BE A MIDDLE AGED MAN THAT WRITES THINGS THAT MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM AND THROW MY CAT AT THE WALL W T FTFFWT F

no i love my cat momo she's my baby pterodactyl

i'm going to go because i probably sound ridiculous, okay? okaaaaaay