The Girl in Sophie's Room

EDITED CHAPTER

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  I returned from my "date" with Daniel. I walked into the kitchen, but only to see that by the counter, Sophrina was saying something to someone. But no one was in the room.

  "Lift the jug of orange juice. I wanna see if you can do it. You'll be able to protect yourself if you do." she said, looking towards something that was about 4 feet taller than her, as if it was a young woman. 

  The jug started shaking, and it lifted a couple centimeters off the counter, but then it fell to the counter without spilling. 

  Suddenly, Sophie looked my way. She looked back at what she was looking at, but whatever was there was gone.

  "Sophie! What was that!? I exclaimed, running over to her side, looking around her, making sure she was okay.

  "One of the people in the hospital. She died a couple years ago, something bit her, and it when she found the bite mark she was so surprised that she accidentally jumped back into an electric wire. I was trying to get her to lift the orange juice, but she couldn't..."  she sounded disappointed.

  "...Y-You said she had to protect herself...from what?" I said trembling.

  "I don't know. I think it's one of Katie's friends." Sophie told me. "He's not a very good person."

  Just then, I heard Abby scream. It sounded like she was upstairs, in Delia's room.

  I picked Sophie up and ran to Delia's room. The room was a mess, and the walls were painted black, and there was white carpet. Abby was standing against the wall, along with Connor and Mia, and Delia was unconscious, leaning against her bed, her head tilted back, eyes closed, sitting down. In her hand was her notebook and a pen, and she was writing. Or someone else was writing for her. 

  I looked at her arms. There were fresh, deep cuts, about 12, lined up on each arm. They were bleeding.

  Sophie started crying and screaming, "STOP!! STOP!! STOP!!! STOP!!!". I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. The fear was too much. It was pure, real fear. I felt like everything was a blur, and all I was doing was standing and listening to the screaming.

  The writing stopped after an entire notebook page was filled. We immediately carried Delia to the ER.

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  We were in the waiting room. Again. How long would we let Katie, or whoever was doing this, harm us? We had to do something, we couldn't just sit and watch, right?

  A nurse walked up to us. She had long black hair, was African-American, and had green eyes. She said, "Delia will be fine. She had to get stitches and is a little loopy from the pain-killers. How did she get those scratches?"

  "She was in the back-yard, when this dog attacked her." Abby lied. She hates to lie, but she knows it must be done.

  "Okay, you can visit her now, she still has that notebook." she said with a smile. A fake smile at that, she knew we were lying.

  We all walked to Delia's hospital room. She was sitting on the bed in her normal clothes. Mia jumped onto her lap.

  "Hi there! What's up guys?" she said cheerfully. Totally the pain-meds. She isn't cheerful like that, she can be happy, but not that happy. 

  "Care to explain?" Abby said, grabbing her arm and pointing to the cuts. They were tightly bandaged.

  "Look at the video...it is very interesting. There's a girl who's in a movie or something and she, like...I...I don't remember. But the doctor watched it." she slurred. Mia was still on her lap.

  There was a little TV set in the corner of the room. Abby and turned it on. The video-tape was already set up. We turned the volume up.

  In the video, it showed Delia leaning against her bed, sitting on the floor. She was drawing something. Suddenly, the door to her room opened. We watched as she lifted up her head. She looked down at her notebook again, and she was whispering something. It sounded like, "It'll go away, It'll go away...". She then suddenly looked like she was choking, because she was reached for her neck. She then started screaming in a gasping voice, "Stop! Stop! Please!". Then it all stopped. She started to breathe again, huddled up on the ground. She looked around.