The Demon Inside

Chapter 1- The Room

The light streamed through the windows while the curtains moved with the wind. A cool breeze came in and lightly touched my nose.

"It's not time to get up yet.." I moaned. When you barely fall asleep less then an hour before the sun comes out you regret your decisions early in the morning.

"Goooooood mornnnnnning!~"

"Ugh!" My alarm already? It's saturday! I hear the vibration on the table next to me and wildly smack my hand on the table until my phone falls on the floor. "Shit!" The phone continues to vibrate, I lean over my bed trying to reach it with one hand while trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes with the other and start to lose my balance.

"Ouch! My ass, Tristan this is not how we wake up in the mornings," The phone finally turns off, silence fills the room. I go on my phone and dismiss the alarm. "Looks like I'm up."

Looking around the room what happened last night finally sinks in. My stroke of genius completely destroyed my house. There are papers everywhere and equations scribbled on the walls. I pull the blanket around my shoulders and stand up to assess the rest of the house. Opening the door I close my eyes expecting the worst, when I open them I find the mess hasn't left my room. A sigh leaves my body.

My brain moves at faster speeds than a normal humans'; I can make connections faster and that makes me smarter than most. Sometimes this is good while other times not so much. Like when you think you've discovered how to create gravity in space at midnight. Normally these spurts create messes and I have to clean the entire house, often scrubbing walls just to get the ink off.

This house was given to me by parents, they died a little before I turned 10 and left this house to me. I stayed with a family friend until I turned 18 when I made the move here. This house is all I have left of them.

The blanket drags along the ground as I make my way towards to kitchen and begin my morning routine, I decided to ignore the mess until later.

"Ouch!" The oil splashes on my arm. There's bacon sizzling in the pan in front of me and eggs cooking next to those. I just really want food.

Burns and cuts happen a lot in my kitchen, my hands move too fast sometimes. There are small sections in each of my cabinets containing bandaids and Neosporin. I flip the bacon and the eggs while reaching for the bandaids. Finding the burn and putting the bandaid on it takes a few seconds. The bacon and eggs fall back in the pan.

I place the food on my plate, grab a fork and make my way back to my room.

"This is an absolute mess." The food makes its way to my mouth slowly as I fully assess the damage. My lavender walls are full of equations that I can't understand, the papers scattered on the floor have pictures of rockets and planets. The desk in the corner has large piles of books and scattered pens.

"I can't believe I have to clean this myself." Sighing I set my plate down on the table next to me. I roll up my sleeves and begin my work.

I start with the papers on the floor, it's strange to see things I thought up last night and not remember. I walk over and set them on my desk, moving to put the pens back in the cup where they belong when the paper beneath them captures my eye. Its a drawing of a pentagram, with smears of something that looks like red ink. I check around to see if I broke any pens but none are broken. Thinking about the possibility it could be blood I check my hands and find nothing.

The picture in front of me seems... intoxicating, hypnotic, almost as if it's... moving. My phone starts going off and I jump, thrown out of my reverie.

I quickly answer the phone. "Hi Isabella!"

"Hey kid, what are you up to?"

"Just cleaning up last night's mess." I sit on my bed.

"Ah, did you finally get laid?"

"No! I just, figured something out." That's an understatement.

"Well when your done Jade and I are heading out, you in?"

"Oh yeah! Give me like an hour."

"Ugh kid you take too long, but fine. "

"See you soon."

"Bye."

Isabella and Jade are my two best friends, nobody else in the world could understand me like them. I lie down and look at the ceiling, I never asked where we were going. I shoot her a text asking where we are going and what to wear. Standing up I make my way over to the desk, I put the drawing on top of the books and carry them back to the closet.

I have to set the books down on my bed to open my closet but when I do I see an even bigger mess.

"What happened in here?! Ugh I need to get ready!" My clothes are all off their hangers and all my boxes are knocked over. "Fuck this!"

I keep pulling all of my clothes and things out of my closet, completely clearing it of all my stuff. Putting all my things in boxes I begin folding my clothes.

"Ping!" Isabella finally answered.

"Its a secret, wear something nice." She's so helpful sometimes, back to the closet.

I look at the clean closet, I wish I could keep it without anything in it all the time. Its spotless and beautiful, except it seems for a small red smudge.

"What is this?!" This little red smudge is ruining the beautiful tan carpet, I run to the bathroom and pick up my cleaning supplies. "Please come out, please." Getting on my hands and knees I start scrubbing, it's not coming out.

It seems to be something stuck to the carpet. I start pulling and tugging trying to get it off, when I hear the carpet start to rip.

"Shit!" A panel of the carpet comes off in a perfect square. "How am I supposed to put this back?" I look at the panel and sigh, when I see something underneath.

Its the symbol I drew last night, I run my fingers over it and feel a small latch. The panel gives after a few seconds of me pulling on it and I finally open the strange space under my floor.