Her exorcist

chapter 2

Sia

The murders of Clare, Annie and Elsa were treated as a serial killer on the loose case. I don't know how I got home.

The three girls were buried in a closed casket , the condition of the bodies were not a good idea for an open casket , the repair was beyond any mortician field of work.

It was so painful to go to school and see their empty desks filled with flowers .

Things also began to turn strange on my end .

At night I would see images of myself in a field with several people didn't know off picking cotton . A man would call me. some demeaning name an whip me.Then I would wake up , this was every night same dream over and over again. Maybe the history project was getting into my head .

The next day in class Mr Martin was discussing on Slave trade .

"the immigrants were brought into America using this route from the Atlantic ocean . After the slave trade was abolished the slaves were returned home back to Africa " he said.

Unexplainable mounted over me I stood up angrily.

" They were not returned home , we were murdered . What do you know about slavery you filthy pig ! " I blurted angrily , if I told you I have no idea how I did that you would call me. a. lair .

I am the most quiet student in class I barely say a word. Suddenly I know about slavery .

Things took a turn when I would scream at night and have unending nightmares on men getting burnt and being hanged .

When I woke up I would see a man standing at the corner of my room , the moment my mother ran into the room he would mysteriously vanish .

"mommy , " I would cling in her .

At first we both assumed it was due to the loss of Clare , Elsa and Annie . I was grieving for my friends .

Things didn't get any better. I began to speak in another language , become so aggressive and strange things would happen .

For instance one day my mom and I went to the grocery store .

The retailer was rude to us .

That didn’t settle well with me .

"you will die on your chair”, I blurted in the most gravely darkest tone.

I don't know what came over me ,I am not someone that can say such things .

Indeed she died that very same day on her chair.

An electric pole fell into the building killing her instantly on the spot .She sat on her chair , oddly her head was decapitated ,like someone had cut it off.

I knew something was wrong with me .

I went to have a relaxing shower to clear my mind off of everything .I had a test coming up ,am still grieving the loss of my friends and strangely no one seems to ask how I wasn't among the dead girls yet I was with them.

As I dried myself I felt a burning sensation on my back

I looked in the mirror and screamed at the top of my lungs .

On my back were claw marks deep and hot red on my back .

"Mom! Mom", I cried .

She ran into the bathroom nearly loosing her balance.

"what is it honey ?" she asked.

I pointed to my back .

" there are marks ",I cried.

She signed

"honey there is nothing on your back ",she said .

I looked at the mirror indeed she was right , there was nothing on my back .

"I swear mom ,there were claw marks on my back " I said .

She held my hand .

" honey I know it's so hard for you to have lost your friends.Thats what happens when you lose the people you love , sometimes you see things that are not there , grieving and sorrow can bring about illusions and hallucinations .With time you will heal”, She said.

Maybe she was right , it could possibly be am grieving.

As much as I wanted to believe my mother I knew deep down this are not hallucinations or illusions as she puts it .There is something wrong with me.

"mom did Clare's mom tell you what happened? " I asked as she combed my silky dark hair .

" she was too sad to speak , " She said.

Suddenly I remembered something , Clare's house has CCTV cameras.

"Clare's house have surveillance cameras what if the police can check and find out who did that crime " I said.

I also want answers .

"that's a good idea. "she said .

On my way to school the next day I rode my bike quickly to school . That was my final year so I had to pass that exam so I could graduate to college.

As I parked my bike of the bike segment I saw a man standing meters away from me . He wore a dirty shirt over it was a dusty jean jumpsuit , a pair of gumboots and a sisal hat on his head. On his hand he held a rake .

He was looking straight at me .

A student passed and the man vanished .

That was strange .

As I did my history test on world war and slavery . I began to hear voices in my head.

Looking out the window I saw what looked like a field men ,women and children digging as a song played in my head ,those children were so young to be ploughing on land .People singing a song I could not make out it's words .

"Sia ,Sia " came Mr Martin's voice .I over at him.

The classroom was empty.

"Sia you have sat for over an hour " he said .

On my desk ,my paper was not there .

" my paper” I said.

" You submitted it a long time ago

" I did?" I asked.

" yes ,you handed it over then walked back to your sit and stared out of the window “he said .

" that's odd ", I said .

He gave me a concerned look .

"Sia are you sure you are okay?" he asked .

",yes I am " I said .

I took my bag and walked past him .

That was very strange .