The possession

The possession

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'WATER, WATER!' He screamed. I ran to the black and red kitchen as soon as my legs could carry me. As I was grabbing a disposal cup and saw in the cabinet in front of me a glimpse of a white shadow with blood shot red eyes. I was used to seeing the unseen so I pretended like I didn't care. But, this wasn't one of the usual ones... He was... I guess you could say 'new.' If I looked like I was petrified then they would annoy me more. I filled the glad up to the top and ran back to Krishna. He gulped the water down as if he had never drank water before. 'I-' he gasped. 'It's ok, first drink then we'll talk.' I said. I was trying to calm him down but it looked like he was going to shit himself. 'Listen Krishna.' I sighed holding his hand, trying to explain what I saw. Suddenly the white waxy candle that we lit went out. 'The lighter get it!' He gasped. 'What the-' 'Light the fucking damn candle Sally, go!' He crushed the paper cup in his hand and shook and shook. 'Ahhahahahahha!' He screamed at the top of his lungs. 'KRISHNA!'
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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