Demonic Presence

Demonic Presence chapter7

Chapter 7.

Nex's Point of View

I gave Katie one last look and shut my eyes and vanished.

When I opened them again, I was standing in her room.

Its a dull pink, the exact opposite of what you would expect. Someone so brave and serious, so smart and inquiring. She seems to surprise me in every way.

What is it about her that makes me care?

Maybe the fact that she isn't scared of me. Doesn't cower away from me, or look at me with wide, frightened eyes.

She looks at me in such a different way. She looks at me with almost sympathy.

She couldn't know what I'm going through, what I feel, how I wish I could stop it.

Yet she looks at me as though she knows. Its almost as though she's peering through to my soul. Its mystifying.

To any other person she would seem emotionless, and distant. But I can tell that there is so much more to her. After being so close to people, yet so emotionally far, you tend to notice the small things. The things that give hints to their true personality. Like the way Katie gets that small look of pure joy on her face when she notices the small things that she truly cares about. Like a small spider, or the happiness of her friends.

Or how she truly cares about the well being of others. She may not seem caring, but I could tell from the way her face fell when I said that her friends can't leave that she would rather die with her friends, that run away in fear.

There's something about her that draws me. Something that makes me want to get to know her.

Was it her looks? Could be. She is short, about a head shorter than me, with dark brown hair and bangs that are always falling in her face. She has lightly tanned skin and a bright smile, but you don't see it much. From what I can tell, she's not depressed, she just doesn't let her happiness show. She's extremely brave for a girl of 17, and sporty too. You would wonder whether she could beat you up if you pissed her off enough. I don't know. She's not beautiful in an obvious way, she doesn't flaunt it. But you can tell that if she actually tried, she would surprise everyone. She's the kind of girl I wish I could be normal for.

I've always wondered what it would be like to be normal. To have a family, and friends, and go to school. I used to imagine living with my parents. My parents. They don't even know me. I've never even seen them. Taken at birth, the nurses told my parents I was dead, I never even had a chance of life with a sense of normality.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a small, thin rectangular object.

Its a small faded picture of my parents holding hands at the beach. The only picture I've ever seen of them.

The day I got it is still clear in my mind. Back then it seemed like such an accomplishment, finally having something to connect me to my parents. But now I just regret it. For it just makes me wish I knew them. Wish I got the chance to talk to them, to grow up in their presence, for me to love them, and for them to love me back.

It was a 5 years ago, when I was 13. It was at the time when He was just starting to take advantage of his power over me. In the years prior to that, he had me well fed and trained in combat, so I'd be ready.

It was just after the nanny He got to raise me explained about my real parents. How they barely even made contact with me, and how they never would. And that there was no way I could get to them, without paying the price. And the price was often a lifetime in hell.