My Demons

My Demons

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Fiction
Horror
I'm walking along the dirt road in my bare feet. I was only five, my long blonde hair down to my waist and my favorite flower dress was all dirty. "Lillian?" someone called my name. I look up to see a guy with his clothes ripped up and bloody. His jaw was ripped apart from his face alittle, but that didn't stop him from smiling. His eyes twinkle with hope and sadness.  "Yes, that's me!" I smiled wide and proud.  "I need to talk to you then....you can help me right ?"  "I'll try to do my best!"  If I only knew at the time what I was getting myself into..... Lillian was a normal girl. That was until she was five... She can see ghosts, not only see them, but can talk to them. So what happens when she starts talking to a demon?
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.

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