Hell On Earth (Demon AU)

01

Four years later...

High school swing around a lot faster than I had expected. A few days after Yurak decided to use me as his new vessel, Mam had to pull me out of school and teach me from the comfort of our living room. Now, I was going back to public school, Yurak beside me.

"What do I wear today?" I asked him Quietly, not wanting to make my Mam up. 'Hmm, the leather Jacket, the baggy red shirt, the ripped black skinny jeans, and the work boots.' I smiled. "Thank you."

The engine on my motorbike roared as I flew through town. I already had Yurak memorise the way to school so I didn't get lost. It was a big school, it was a big city after all. The thrill of the ride was the only reason we didn't shift to school that day.

I certainly turned a few heads as I stepped onto school grounds. Girls whispered, giggling, guys just glared at me. I did the best thing possible for my new rep and winked at a group of guys that I have to admit we're really attractive. They sort of flinched as I walked by. They must've been trying to convince themselves I was just a girl with slightly more masculine features than others.

I was slim, my hair was long and dyed, and my eyes were rather feminine. It would be easy to get me confused.

'Keith, that was awesome, best way to start a school year ever. Make it clear you are gay and then no one can use it against you because you've already told everyone.'

I smirked at Yurak's comment. The school corridors were filled with the same sort of chatter. No one really caught my eye. 'Ah, high school reminds me so much of home!' I snorted, confusing a couple students who just passed it off as me being an asshole.

My first class flew by with flying colours. I met a couple of guys that seemed like they wanted to be friends, and they also seemed easy to manipulate, so they made good people to chat to.

First break came by quickly. I sat with the same guys, learning their names. James, Lance, Ryan and Hunk. Turns out, James is the same James from when I was a kid. How do I know? I don't know how many 'James Griffins' attended Garrison Middle, but I'm sure it wasn't many. Lance is the lover boy of the school and apparently not the nicest if you are visibly a lot better than him. Luckily for him, everyone here seemed pretty low, so he felt extra egotistical about himself. Ryan was nice, he was into photography and stayed quiet the most of the time. Part of me didn't want to play with his emotions, but Yurak loved games, and anything Yurak wanted, so did I. Hunk was sweet too. He likes cooking and believes in peace. Yurak reminded me of how he was my only true friend. And he was right. I was only going to use these guys and then discard them.

"So, What is your deal?" Ryan piped up.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"No one just transfers to a Garrison school, you have to has certain... qualifications. What's with you? I'm football, Lance is drama, Ry is Photography and Hunk is Food tech." He continued.
"Oh. I'm on an art program." I replied. "It's nothing though, you guys are all really skilled." Without my consent, Lance dug around my bag for my sketch pad. He looked in. His awe faded into concern as he flipped through.
"Dude are you oka-" Lance started. I snatched the book out of his hands.
"I'm fine. Please don't do that." I didn't know why I was annoyed. I would be concerned too. Most of my drawings were the things Yurak saw before I became his host. Dead bodies, nightmarish creatures or Demons, I drew them. The amount of detail I put in was scary too. As if I was there to see it. That's because he was. He was there to see it all.
"Are you sure?" Concern laced each word.
"Yeah. I just like horror, that's all." I lied. I did love horror, but I drew the pictures for a different reason. Lance nodded, sad that I wouldn't open up. He let it go and we continued on our previous conversation.

Me and James has most of our classes together, so we spent time together in them. School was over and we headed to the school Carpark. One girl, quite nerdy looking, walked up to James and handed him a note, and then she just stood there and looked at him, hope shining in her eyes. He smiled at her maliciously, then he tore the letter, not even glancing at it. So I guess I was right all those years ago, he is an asshole.

"James, c'mon, that wasn't very nice, apologise." I said.
"Why?" He laughed. "She is a nobody, and an idiot for thinking she could get with anyone as popular as me." His laugh made me sick to my very core.
"Don't tell me you are judging someone based off of looks and popularity." I frowned, unimpressed. "Because that is a really shitty thing to do."
"Whatever, if you are easy on them, they don't take the hint." He spat at me. My fist acted on its own, or maybe on Yurak's will, but boy was I happy it did. "What the hell, dude?"
"You have no clue what it's like to be a no one you've always been the golden child. You are one of the lucky ones that could pay your problems away." I growled. "So apologise. Now." He did as I commanded, then he walked off.
"Thank you- I never got your name." She held out a hand to give me a hand shake. "I'm Ina, Ina Leifsdottir!"
"Keith..." I said hesitantly, taking her hand and shaking it. "Keith Kogane."
"Wait, I remember you! You used to be in my class in Middle school, but then you started getting homeschooled." She smiled. "Pleasure to have you back."
"Thanks. I guess..." I didn't know what to say. I remember Ina being this super nerdy girl that everyone really liked because of how nice she was. She would always give us weather reports, it was a sort of passion of hers. If I remembered correctly, her and James used to be friends. "Weren't you and James friends back then?"
"Well, things change. He got popular— more popular— and I... didn't. I don't think he even recognises me anymore. My note was actually a note of friendship, but hey, James has so many fan girls he must've gotten confused." She seemed happy, despite the rejection. We started chatting and I gave her a lift home on my bike, which she kept enthusing about because of its model and engineering.

I ended this day with a smile, which is not something I say often.