Lost To The Devil

Chapter 7: possessed

When mum came home two weeks later it wasn't me who met her at the door.

The demon had taken over my body and I was left looking through a black pin hole watching and listening to everything but unable to do anything.

“Omg Grace!” Mum screamed and raced over to not me anymore but the demon inside of me. Just before he took me over he had beaten me severely and I had fought like before to get him out, but he was stronger and this time I lost.

“What happened,” mum cried getting on her knees in front of us on the sofa and pulling my hair out of my face.

“I just miss you that's all.” The demon replied and she looked at us in horror, “Are you telling me you did this to yourself?” She gasped. The demon nodded and she wrapped us in her embrace, tight and fierce as she apologised over and over telling us it would be ok that she would take time of work and take me to the doctors tomorrow.

I felt repulsed by the s****l desire I felt from the demon it wasn't her he was lusting after but her guilt and pain.

Eventually when it was half ten at night mum led us up to bed and tucked us in. “I love you.” She whispered. The demon didn't reply, nor did he give me my body back.

The next day I woke up and suddenly found I had my body back, I didn't have a chance to breathe a sigh of relief before the deafening whispers started up. Mum found me on the bedroom floor on my knees clutching my hands over my ears.

On the way to the doctors the usual sign of a staticky, sticky web like feeling started to cover my body that would build up in intensity until I would feel like I'd had one too many to drink, and find myself seeing through a tiny pin hole again as the demon took control of me.

Doctor Hayes asked lots of questions, “How have you been feeling lately Grace, with your mother working so much lately?” Was I eating ok, did I go out with my friends and so on, the demon ignored every question making the whole appointment extremely uncomfortable for everyone except himself, no I could feel he was very much enjoying it. Doctor Hayes finally talked to mum, I managed to make out something about severe depression and being prescribed anti depressants and counselling.

He handed the demon the prescription to which Belial snatched it from his hand and pulled my face into a smirk as he sarcastically snorted, “You’re finally f*****g done, thank f**k for that doc,” and strolled out the room leaving both mum and the doctor gaping at us.

Mum didn't say a word on the way back home and neither did the demon. Who did he think he was taking over my body, I was sick of him and with new determination I tried to fight him. I screamed inside my head for him to get out, that he wasn't welcome but he just smirked. “What are you laughing at?” Mum asked him.

“Oh nothing, just remembering an old friend.” He happily answered back as mum pulled into the driveway.

He thought he was so smug, I was trapped here and I didn't want to be so I used the last thing he expected. I yelled for him to get out in the name of Jesus Christ and almost expected him to laugh again, but that didn't happen.

Before he could climb out of the car my whole body slammed back down onto the back seat until we were staring up at the roof of the car, mum came running round to open the door but she could barely touch us. The demon had gone into a full blown rage, still in control he yanked at our hair trying to rip chunks out, mum tried to stop him but our legs were flailing all over the place so she couldn't get close enough. I guessed he was used to pain because he was now punching us in the face over and over and clawing at it until he felt blood on our nails, I could feel everything and it was pure agony I screamed and screamed but no one could hear me except perhaps one person. Because when I repeated Jesus Christ help me over and over the demon suddenly screamed, an ear splitting scream that had mum backing away for a second and neighbours piling out of their homes to see what was happening. My body writhed and contorted, my head almost touched my feet as my stomach was pulled up hard, the demon felt like a sticky slimey mess as he tried to cling to my body, but something was trying to rip him out, when it pulled at the demon my body flung up in a sitting position but the demon would cling on and force himself back inside so my body would slam back down again.