Demons

Chapter Five

Throwing my bag on Lauren’s bed, I wonder if there are more people out there like me. “Hey Laurie, can I use your laptop!”

Her answer comes from downstairs. “Sure, it’s by the bed.”

Of course I already know that. I reach over the side of the bed and pick it up, her sleek, gray Macbook Air. I open it and click on Safari, and type “Why would someone suddenly have the ability to read minds?” into Google. I push enter, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My eyes widen, you would not believe the amount of websites about reading minds. Finally after surfing for a while, I find one that seems credible. Nephilim.org. Reading, it says:

Mind reading capabilities usually are manifested at the age of sixteen. Many believe the powers to come from angels, which are their parent. Usually, the child is an orphan or has one parent. These beings are believed to be Nephilim.

I close my eyes; maybe I am just going crazy.

It is said that one day a Nephilim will come who has the ability to-

“Hey, whatcha doing?” Lauren says as she walks over to look at the screen. I snap the laptop shut.

“Nothing,” I say with an innocent smile.

“Really?” She reaches for it, and I roll off the bed with it to the other side.

She tries to come to the other side of the bed, and I run into the hall and to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

“Hey!” She says banging on the door. She doesn’t sound the same anymore, and I look down where the door hovers a couple centimeters away from the floor, and black shadows are moving near it. “Give me that laptop!”

“Just a second,” I say, scared now. Opening the laptop and closing the page, then I delete the past searches. After I slow my breathing down, I open the door and give it to her.

The door no longer seems like it could hold her back, darkness is surrounding her, her eyes are all white and darkness surrounds them. Her smile is eerie and frightening. When I blink my eyes she is back to normal, but that black ring she has is surrounded in darkness.

She opens the laptop quickly, giving me an incredulous look, she asks, “You weren’t looking at porn were you?”

I am actually taken aback, “What! No, why would you ever... why?”

She smiles, “Just making sure,” and walks down the hall, laptop in hand. “You wanna take your shower first, or me?”

“I’ll go ahead,” I go down the hall to the guest room to get my bag and come back. That vision or whatever it was of Lauren will definitely give me nightmares.

I turn on the shower, strip out of my clothes and get in. Going through the usual routine, washing and rinsing and repeating it all over again. Taking a towel, and wrapping it around myself after turning off the shower, I get my bag and decide to get dressed in the room.

“I’m done!” I scream down the hall to Lauren. I go into my room and lock the door. Sitting down on the bed, I take my brush out of the bag and brush through my hair. Brushing my hair helps me think, and right now I need to focus on a few things. Like my dad, he is still my dad no matter what, and how he’s doing. My life and where it’s going. Zandor and why I have this weird connection to him.

Water drips down my neck, but I don’t pay attention to it. I wipe myself off and then put on my pj’s. I hear the shower next door spraying water. I find a clean pair of socks and put them on. I need to wash my stuff. I go out to the bathroom door, “Laurie, I’m using your washer!”

“Okay!” I hear her scream back. I go get my clothes and bring them down to the basement and put them on a medium wash. I can’t find the detergent, so I spend a few minutes doing that. I decide I have come to the conclusion that I love my dad. He may be a bad person most of the time, but I know it can’t be him that’s doing it. He can’t help that I look like my mom and that I remind him of her. He hates me, because he hates her, she left him, and guess what... I did too.

I go up the stairs and into the family room and I see tears coming down Lauren’s face, her eyes are wide and struck with fear and then her head turns towards me. The television is on mute.

“Oh Dawn, I’m so sorry,” She says sadly. All I can think is why, is she sorry?  I walk over to the couch where she is seated and look at the TV, the headlines say, “Drunk Driver Dies on Highway”. I sit down thinking how much this will do to me. I was so caught up in my own thoughts, wrapped around my feelings and innocence, but not anymore. It’s my dad. His gray Toyota is pushed to the side of the road, the front is smashed, the light is broken, and it’s flipped on it’s side. I slowly sit on the couch, it soaks up my weight, and Iean back into it. Unable to rip my eyes from the screen.

My dad is dead.

Lauren moves over next to me, she doesn’t say word, but I would swear I thought I heard her say ‘He wasn’t supposed to die yet.’

As she puts her arms around me, something falters inside of me. My eyes start to water and then overrun. Silent tears stream down my face and soak into Lauren’s Kim Possible pajamas. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to say. All I know is that I need this right now. I need someone to hold me so I know it’s real. That I’m real because right now I could float away.

“Do you need me to-” She says with her head in the crevice of my neck.

“No, sleep,” I say. “I just need sleep.” So she lets go and I sleepily walk up the stairs, unaware of anything accept the pictures of my dad flashing through my mind. He’s gone. His soul. I lie on my bed and suddenly pop up when something catches my eye. On my window, a piece of paper written in black marker says,

He wasn’t drunk. - E