The Evil Within

A Lost Friend

Chapter six

Alex? Is this the bodies name I'm in? She rushes to me, wrapping me in her arms and I'm stunned. I can't do anything but stare at her family as they comprehend what's happening. At the same time, I realize too. I recognize this body, her name and how she came to this place. She was the friend driving in the car, drinking alcohol and looking to be having fun. I always found interest how reckless humans were, the way they waste their lives away with things that don't matter in the end.

She pulls away from me, looking into my eyes as her own start to tear up. I feel a strange prickle behind my eyes as tears of my own start to roll down my face.

"Oh my god, I thought I lost you." She pulls me in for another hug, I'm confused as to why I feel a strange sort of attachment to this girl. Then I remember what their relationship was, this girl was intimate with this body I'm hosting. "How did you get here?" She looks at this body for the first time, a strange expression coming across her face. "How are you alive? The nurses told me that you were in critical condition and you might not make it."

"Nurses?" I question, my voice shocking me as I speak for the first time in this body.

"Alex? Are you alright?" She asks and I can't seem to answer her as questions buzz around my brain.

My brother told me what nurses were but I never really paid attention, healthcare never interested me because I'm not some human who even needs to care about a career. The only thing that would pique my interest was how moronic they can be.

"Alex?" She questions and I finally look at her. She looked nothing like her soul, her spirit was similar in a way that would match the girl standing before me but her soul was the complete opposite. A bright green light surrounded her spirit as I talked to her, humans usually have a colored aura around them to tell them apart from things not of earth. Demons don't have auras because they were never human, they just look monstrous and misshapen. I never understood how Lucifer could stand to be near them, they are creepy and always terrified me as a child.

"I have to go." I tell her, she protests but I manage to rip myself away from her. She calls the same name as before and thousands of eyes are around me but I have to be alone to understand all the emotions hitting me like a brick wall. I make it out of the building, feeling the cold, brisk air outside. The sunlight blinds me as I make it outside and my heart is pounding a hundred miles a minute. I can't seem to understand how humans function, they fight to stay alive every single day. Breathing is a constant war between life and death, you don't inhale or exhale in even amounts you suffocate.

Humans are so fragile and weak, I never longed for heaven as much as this moment. I feel the cold getting to me and force these legs to move. Father's creation was peculiar to me because they looked so strange. Hearts that beat like a drum which was the most vital part of the body but other parts of the body weren't as important and humans could live without them. How they had a body that was long and sometimes skinny, four body parts attached to this body that functioned differently but could be used similarly.

Monkeys were similar to humans, I noticed over the years, but their feet were different than humans. Monkeys hands and feet were similar but human feet were long and had to be covered. The entire body being covered interested me because no one told them to wear clothes, they just adopted the practice over the millennial of earth being created and never questioned it once.

They had different senses, now that I'm in a human body, I've noticed. Taste, feeling, sight, hearing and smell. I notice the foul smell of the place I'm in, something tangy but moldy too. The sounds around me are almost too much to bear, sirens coming from cop cars and the honking of these yellow cars that people call taxis. I see the buildings above me almost reaching space, some even close enough to touch the clouds. Humans race around me with square-shaped bags hanging from their hands, they act like they don't even see me.

I notice as one particular human comes up to me, concern shining in his eyes.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone for you?" He asks and I notice his messy brown hair sitting atop his head. I've also found it interesting how humans have hair in places but not in others and how the genders differ on how much hair they keep in certain places. In the place in between the legs, the body parts differ as well. Men have long dangling things that sit there with seemingly no intended purpose and women have a hole that doesn't seem to do anything either but spill blood sometimes.

I've learned over the years what men and women do with those body parts, watching in a curious manner to understand how humans work. I've noticed that men prefer hair in those areas and women prefer no hair, I guess it depends on the human because others have hair and others are hairless most of the time. Both men and women get hair in the place in between their bicep and their body, but men leave the hair there and women usually use these sharp bladed devices to cut off the hair. I've always wondered if it hurts humans to cut the hair off, from what I can tell, they can't feel their hair being cut off unless they end up bleeding by the end of the session.

However, the hair on top of their heads is what confused me more. Men prefer short hair and women have long hair that go past or touch their breasts, the amount of time they spend trying to shape or fix their hair interests me too. Humans are fascinating creatures and it makes me understand why they have so many questions in death.