Possession of the Devil's Child

Prologue

The day started out dark when Mary, my little sister came up to me with big blue doe-eyed stare, her hair in a tight elegant swirl resting on her head, her skin so pale it seems that no sun has reached her skin, wanting to chase an undocumented animal that was black as night moving rapidly through the trees. She insisted on chasing after the creature and although she was as swift as a fox and a fantastic climber, I told her no. My answer was constant for roughly three hours. Eventually, my eyes greeted her notoriously sad eyes and I aquised to her wish.

While she was away, I was helping my mother do some chores since she was due for a baby soon. We were in the middle of dishes when I heard a cry of terror and pain.While I went to call Mary in I could recall a story my mother once spoke to us about. She stated that dangerous things lived deep in the woods and would eat children who greeted their mother with a revolting attitude. Although mother was successful with me, she was not able to persuade Mary, who has always had a nasty temper since the time she could speak. While I went out to call for my sister a dreadful thought overcame me, when I remembered Mary was out in the woods chasing an unknown beast.

"Mary!" I screamed as I ran towards the woods.

"Caroline!" I heard my mother scream with worry.

"I need to find Mary," I hollered back.

I found Mary by the gentle river, where we used to run around and play in the water. I saw the river turning the color of scarlet red, the color of blood. I ran and turned her over and gasped in shock when I noticed an atrocious bite covering the right side of her body.

"It's going to be okay," I told her as she laid there, her blood seeping into my ocean blue dress, making the color turn dark purple as she gently faded from the world. I bellowed out a scream filled with frustration. Once I let the flame of my anger turn to a simple ember , I leaned down to cry on my sister's dismembered body. I picked her up gently while still weeping and carried her home to our mother to show her the dolorous sight. Once I arrived she came to check on me to see if I was injured, she saw I was fine, as her attention went to the lifeless body I was possessed. Her hand shot up to her face while sprinting toward us, tears rolling down her cheek. I carefully laid Mary down while mother stroked her once pale blond hair, which now was transformed into a strawberry shade with clusters of blood preserved by the sunlight. While mother was caressing her soft hair, her hands were starting to turn a grotesque shade of red from the blood coming off.

"She's with her father now." Mother said quietly tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes once bright and glad now are a red hue and nothing remained except downheartedness. I never understood what she meant by that. I noticed she started having pains and realized she was going into labor. I picked up Mary hastily and carried her and put her on her old bed. I grabbed my mother and loaded her onto a wagon.

"Go, hurry now!" I yelled at the horses as they went off on a galloping speed with the wagon in tow. In approximately five minutes we were at St. Angelina's Hospital, a small run down building that has fifteen rooms all together. After I tied up the horses, I went into the waiting area, a small room with a vomit shade wallpaper that was peeling off the walls. While I settled there I started arranging plans for my sister's funeral. Finally after what felt like hours, a nurse approached me cautiously.

" Caroline List," the nurse said gently.

"That's me," I said, my cheeks still stained from tears.

" I'm sorry to inform you with devastating news but your mother didn't make it through the birthing process, however you have a new beautiful little brother. What do you want his name to be?" the nurse said gently, as if she knew my sister crossed into the death realm this morning. I stared at the wall unable to understand what she had said. My mother. Gone. I couldn't believe my horrendous fate.

" May I see my family?" I asked as my voice quivered.

"Of course," she said, "come this way." As if I was in a trance, I followed her into a separate room. There, I saw my mother lying on the cot as white as a summer breeze cloud, her eyelids closed and her hair tied up. The nurse handed me my new brother. His beautiful black hair added a nice touch to his sparkling blue eyes and his skin, a sunkissed tan.

"Thomas," I stated in a hush tone while holding him close to my bosom, determined to protect him from any harm in the future.

"You are free to bring both home." she said carefully and left. Five days later was the funeral, and I was Lilliputian with only me and Thomas to attend. Mother was gently set upon a multiple of lavenders and periwinkles with a mahogany coffin while Mary's is a pine case covered in orange roses and fern leaves, her favorite plants. I lowered half of my beloved family into the polar ground and covered them in the bug infested dirt. Weeping silently, I said my prayers and gently lifted Thomas to carry him back to the house in a defeated manner.