Just One Boost. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Do you know that you can't smile while breathing?

Just kidding! Wanted you to smile 😊.

She was possessed.

Definitely, no other way to put than the fact that she has been possessed.

Which human being zone out five times in less than two hours?

Definitely Digiola.

Demmie could sense that something was wrong with his best friend from the way she has been acting awfully strange and her constant zoning out. While he was in class, he couldn't help but trail his thought to her. Something was definitely up with her. Something he had no idea of. That was why the first he did when the sound of the closing bell rung was to go to her class and as usual, he met her lost in thought.

"Diggie!" he screamed to her face, nothing that she didn't jolt. He screamed once more.

"damn!" zoning out again

"are you possessed. Not like that oo but you've been awfully strange today." Demmie said.

"what's today date?" she asked.

You see what I'm saying?

"you can see, I'm asking you what's wrong. You're asking me for today's date. Are you sure nothing is wrong. I'm worried."

"please, Demmie cut the crap and tell me the date." she cautioned. "Infact, don't worry." she said as she retrieved her jotter calender. She took a glance at the date. It was no wonder why she had those thoughts. The beginning of when it all happened.

"I'm scared, you're crying." the voice of her best friend jolted her from her thoughts.

Wait! Crying?

Oh my what?!

That was when she felt the liquid on her cheeks. Heck! She wasn't supposed to cry. Grabbing her handkerchief from her pocket, she wiped the tears.

" what happened nau. Talk to me." Demmie begged.

What happened? You want to know.

Flashback

"mommy, can I ask a question?" the seven year old whined.

"yes, cutie." her mother replied as she poured a cup of water and gulped.

"okay mummy," she hesitated for a little while before she popped the question. "What is sex?"

Her mother spat her water out. What kind of question was her daughter asking and most importantly why?

"why are you asking? "

"nothing momma but......." she attempted to say but the loud voice of her mother caught her off.

"THIS CHILD HAS KILLED ME O." she screamed. "How, where, who, when." she yelled.

The little girl shivered under the tone her mother use. She had no idea why are mother was making a mountain out of her molehill. To her, it was supposed a harmless question.

"are you mad?" her mother screamed to her face. "you want to kill me, when I did not kill my mother. Who told you that question, infact where did you hear that word from."