OBSESSED

15.

"How did you feel?" Dr. Anna Thompson asked me. It certainly didn't help me that her round eyes stared so intensely at me. Mom thought it was a good idea to sign me up for school therapy sessions in my break time because she thought I was still hung up on the loss of my dad.

"Sad. Just sad." I shrugged.

"No." She responded as she neared her chair in front of mine and her eyes turned darker. "What do you really feel?"

My hands shivered as my eyes rolled back and I screamed in horror at the sudden transformation.

"Yes, more!" Dr. Anna hollered back as the whole room shook underneath me and my mouth was wide open when more screams sounded.

"No!" I willed myself via my screams as my soul shivered inside of me and my eyes turned to their usual place along with my now stable hands.

I was about to ask about what happened just earlier but the empty void inside of me intensified and left me breathless, the sweat beads on my forehead went down the side of my face.

"You have a demon inside of you." Dr. Anna stated frantically, "and it made my silent one show out." She whimpered as her tears went down her cheeks as if she didn't believe that.

"What?" My cracked voice spoke out to her making my arm hair raise up in terror.

These sounds were certainly not my sounds. There was no way-

"You have a demon." She repeated as she gulped, "and it's called your obsession, it certainly doesn't want to play."

After that evening session, I came back home feeling weary from all the heavy confrontation.

My mom was tiring herself out with work as usual and my dad was dead about a year ago.

I laid on my bed after I turned off the lights and saw a shadowed figure in the middle of the night.

"Mom-" I whispered as the distorted face directly stared at me.

The red-eyed with faceless features made me want to scream but it came on top of me as my eyes went to the ceiling when the shaped hands roughly clutched my neck which made me lose my breath.

"N-N," I tried as my legs desperately tried to kick whatever that was on top of me, "No!"

I was ended for my life was cut short. I was ended but at least I got to be with dad.

The last sound I heard was the devil whisper and my mom's yells.

Softest touches to my hair and the melodic lullaby woke me up as my eyes went to dad in surprise.

"Dad?" I questioned, "dad." I exclaimed as I hugged his figure tightly and he reciprocated.

"Honey." He said, "I can't let you die just yet, I will resurrect you."

"How?" My faint light faded as my ghostly figure hollowed and my eyes widened at dad in fear.

"What is happening to me?" I asked my dad while we stood in the middle of nowhere as mist covered us.

"Castielle." He whispered, "I will see you soon."

Then everything went black.

End of flashback

"I shouldn't have resurrected you if I knew this would happen." Dad walked around me with his hands clasped at his back in a thoughtful manner. His eyes returned to look at my black orbs as my devils showed themselves through me.

My house smelled deathly, my favorite smell and my decoration were shiny with dark blood and mushy intestines behind me under my mirror table.

"Well, dad." my Villian voice returned, "you're too late." I shrugged as a smirk was shown on my face when dad gave out an emotion that I really loved. Anger.

Dad stopped in front of me as his eyes glared into mine.

"Give me my daughter back." He threatened as his hand appeared real when he clasped my cut wrist and a gasp sounded from my mouth when he brought my hands back.

"Never." The devil answered as my eyes rolled back again and I crouched in an attack mode.

"There is no easier way," Dad said.

Before I could take action, he grasped my head as he tried to grasp it out of my body to rip it wholly.

The roots of my veins showed as he succeeded and I still smirked. My dad was truly the dumbest if he thought he could end my devils this way.

If only he knew that my devils lived inside of my soul of beauty.

My decoration fell off as my hands pushed him away from me as my head hung back on my backside and my hands further extended.

My roots were slowly being put into its position to support my neck but for the meantime, I had to make sure dad knew the memo.

"Dad, you'll never be able to bring your daughter Castielle back." I simply spoke out. He grew angrier by this as he stood back up and tried to wrap his hands around my head.

"I'm sorry Villian, but I need my baby girl Castielle back," He gently answered as his eyes glimmered at the thought of his dead daughter.

"I shouldn't have made you suffer from losing me," he continued. "I shouldn't have improved your obsession. I should have done something about it to protect you but I never thought it would be like this." His voice cracked further to indicate his true regretful blasts of truth.

Castielle tried to reach out to my father but Villian was not about to accept that as my devils reshaped my hands as knives and stabbed my dad in his real figure.

The devils and Villian stabbed him ninety times without hesitation, creating bloody holes in dad's different body areas while my head was in its usual position.

"Castielle, you will not get rid of me. I will always love you. " he smiled as his light almost blinded me.

The ninety holes on his body faded and he returned to an angel since it was his ability.

His hands wrapped around my body as he embraced me with his wings.

"Çßà ćķţ."

And he shot off with me in his grasp and my devils silenced.