"ELENA!" I heard muffled voices in the near distance. "ELENA!!!"
My head felt heavy. It felt like I had a really bad hangover. But I knew I wasn't out drinking last night. My vision slowly started to clear up. The colors becoming more vivid and shapes becoming more distinct. That's when I realized that I somehow ended up in the garage. But there was no cars in it. Niall's car and my car were no where to be found. I looked up and saw Liam, Zayn, and Louis standing at the edge of the garage where the door would close. I stumbled to get up and ran to them. I was almost out. I was just about to meet the thresh hold where the concrete floor met the gravel driveway when I was thrown backwards. Flying through the air when my back slammed down against the concrete. It hurt so bad. I tried to get up but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. The impact of hitting the ground so hard probably caused this. I had double vision. Everything was blurred and unclear. Then, into my vision came a figure with red eyes and the razor sharp teeth. Then it registered in my mind. The demon. I panicked trying to move but I just couldn't. I was in such fear that I couldn't speak. I was afraid for my life. What was he gonna do to me?
"Did you miss me human?" The thing said with his voice slick.
The next thing I knew I was being propped up against the wall so I could see everything now instead of just the ceiling.
"Why the hell would I miss you." I spat back rolling my eyes. I guess I regained my speech.
"Excuse me? What is that tone you're using with me? Use it again and your precious boyfriend is coming with me." He threatened pacing back and forth.
"Whatever." I mumbled looking all around the garage.
He shrugged and stopped pacing. He walked inches in front of me. "Do you know why I'm here?" He questioned .
"Because my friends are idiots." I blankly stated.
"No that is most certainly not why I am here." He taunted and backed away from me. His beady red eyes still glaring at me.
"Then why are you here." I questioned. Frankly I didn't really care why he was here. I just want him the hell out of my house.
"Do you really wanna know?" He said with a hint of sarcasm in his evil voice.
"Will you just tell me." I groaned. I'm getting really tired of his pointless games.
"Your friends didn't bring me here from that Ouija bored. Oh no. You see I have been here your whole life. I always have. You just failed to acknowledge my existence. So I have been following you around for the past 22 years. Waiting for you to notice. That's when I saw the Ouija board and I thought to myself 'that's how I'll get her to notice me' and now here e are, standing together. How how lovely it is to notice that you actually know I'm here." He explained.
Wait what? So this thing, has basically been stalking me since I was born? No. No this isn't true. He came because if the Ouija board and that's it. He couldn't of been with me.
"I don't believe you!" I screamed and felt the tears well up in my eyes.
"It's true. And if you don't believe me fine. I guess I'm going to have to make you believe." He said and those were the last words I remember.
~•~
"YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME CHRISTIE?!"
Blinking my eyes open I began to regain my vision. The once blurry picture now becoming surprisingly clear. I know realize where I was. I was at my old house.
"CLARK STOP!" My mother shouted fighting off my father.
"Mom? MOM NO!" I screamed but she failed to hear me.
I ran up to her side and put my hand on her shoulder. But my hand didn't stay on her shoulder. I dropped right down. It was like my mother was a projection and I could walk right through her.
I saw 9 year old me creep up behind my father and pinch the back of his thigh.
Shouldn't of done that Elena.
My father spun right around, picked me up and heaved me into a wall.
I started to scream and when my mother tried to rush to my aid, my father grabbed her arm and slapped her across the face.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HELPING THAT LITTLE BITCH? SHE DISRESPECTED ME! SHE DESERVED THAT!" He shouted and threw my mother into a heap on the floor.
Why am I witnessing this?
My father went over to the liqueur cabinet and whipped out a bottle of Jack Daniels a d began to drink straight from the bottle.
"You know what I don't understand Christie, why you enable these bastards." He slurred leaving against the hutch.
"I do not enable them!" My mother exclaimed trying to defend herself.
Little me crawled over to the bottom of the staircase and slowly creeped up the stairs but something emerged behind her. A black figure started to form, the demon.
~•~
"Why did you make me relive that." I groaned from the floor.
"You didn't believe me and you needed to know." He said back.
"So why are you here." I asked.
"I want to know where the stone is." He stated walking towards me.
"What stone?" I asked confused. Why the hell would he want a stone.
"Don't play stupid. Where's the stone."
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" I shouted.
The demon thing walked away for a couple seconds then reappeared dragging Harry along with him.
"W-what do you want w-with h-him." I stuttered.
"Tell me where it is or he gets it." The demon shouted placing a knife he pulled out of no where up to Harry's neck.
"E-Elena ple-please." Harry begged in an almost whisper voice.
"Say 'I don't know' again and I will kill him." The demon thing sneered at me.
"I I d-don't know."
