Demons //h.s

Chapter Thirteen

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SONG FOR THE CHAPTER
Like Real People Do - Hozier
(just bc jam)
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Although my father was rarely around, my mother was always there, protecting me, caring for me, loving me. Whenever something bad happened, whether it be as small as a bruised knee, or spilt milk, she would always look after me. Even until her last living minuet, she was protecting me. But I'm afraid that after everything that might happen in the future, her love and care will be for nothing. The demons killed her, right before my eyes, and I know that they're coming after Amber and I right now. I don't know how long I have to live.

Fear, is an emotion that stands out within me. Everyone is scared, what they're scared of though is what sets them apart. I'm not scared of death, I'm scared of dying. I'm scared of the process of leading up to death. If I am to be killed by a demon, of course I'll be scared. Terrified, actually. I'll be going over what I could've done while more pain than ever courses through me. Death is when it's all over and I'm gone, when I get to let go.

But at the moment another emotion stronger than fear is taking over me. Anger. Angry that the demons took my parents, and now they're going to take Amber and I, and there will be nobody left to hold the memories, nobody left. It is anger that is urging me to push on, and anger that is keeping me from looking back. I'm angry at the demons, angry at the world, and angry at Harry. Ever since he showed up, everything has gone down hill faster than a falling boulder, and I have a feeling that he's going to show up again - soon. I can't help but think he has something to do with everything that's happening, and it's time that I found out for myself.

It has been three days since I ran for my life from Lou's house, and since then there's been no sign of her or Louis. Lux hasn't said a word and sits out the front of the house at all times, waiting for Lou to come back, but I'm fearing that she won't. Amber is spending every night pulling blood soaked feathers out of her shoulder blades, crying herself to sleep in my arms. Ashton won't go near me, let alone make eye contact, but I can tell that he is worrying a lot. After we told him the whole story of what happened, including Lux's Dad, he hasn't stopped checking outside for anything and making sure everything is locked at night.

I lift up the back of my shirt and look over my shoulder into the mirror, revealing the huge image of a blood stained rose spread across the back of me. It's getting more prominent everyday, becoming redder and redder, almost like a tattoo. The mark on my forehead has resurfaced as well, and it looks as if a pair of lips have marked my forehead with red lipstick, but rather than just a stain it's been burned into my skull permanently. I try again and again to wipe the traces of it away, but just like the rose it is permanently marked onto my skin, like a tattoo.

There is a light wind blowing but the trees are still unmoving, allowing the chattering birds to go from branch to branch as they please. I haven't had this kind of tranquility for a while, being able to sit and relax feels good. At first I came out here to sit everyday to see if anybody was going to come, but now I sit here for myself. I take a deep breath through my nose and close my eyes, leaning my head back against the sturdy trunk of the great tree towering above me. I run my hand down the smoothness of the plant, exhaling the deep breath through my parted lips.

I open my eyes, coming face to face with the most beautiful wolf I've ever seen, it's fur as black as night but it's eyes a twinkling blue, luring for me to follow him. My bare feet lift me off of the grassy earth, and the wolf turns around, walking slowly away. He turns his head, waiting for me to follow, and so I walk. My feet don't feel any of the rocks or sticks on the ground, in fact I almost feel like I'm floating along behind this beautiful creature, leading me deeper and deeper into the forest, further away from the house. Everything seems like it's glowing, and my long hair somehow is out of the ponytail I put it in, swirling around me, longer than I last thought.