different ▸ m.c.

sixteen

"That's awful." Allie looks at me sadly.

I ignore her comment and continue my story. I knew if I stopped I wouldn't be able to continue. "One day, he has a really big party. There was loud music and beer bottles everywhere leading to the basement. My mom had a candle by the basement door." I squeeze my eyes shut at the memory. "I was little and I didn't know what I was thinking but I threw the candle into the basement. You wouldn't think it would do much but we had plants down there. We had wood furniture. There was alcohol spilled everywhere. The place was on fire within minutes. My mom and I got out but every in the basement died that day."

Allie gasps slightly but I continue. "We were in a hotel for a few days until my mom could find a job then we moved here. When we moved to this house, that's when all hell broke loose. This things, I didn't know what they were at the time, appeared. The pretending to be my friends at first and I believed them. I told my mom and she was scared so she got me a doctor. After telling the doctor what the things do and after he saw all these things happening they sent me to an exorcist. He told my mom there was a demonic presence but he couldn't do anything. I didn't know it was anything bad. I was little and they were nice. They told me they could be my only friends though. I wasn't allowed to have any others."

"But why?" Allie asks, looking sad.

"I'll tell you that towards the end of the explanation, don't worry." I tell her and she nods. I was glad she was staying quiet for the most part. I guess it made the whole thing a lot easier.

I take a deep breathe and begin talking again. "I didn't have a friend until I turned six. He was my best and only friend at the time. We did everything together for months. Then one day he fell off a swing and broke his neck. He died instantly."

"That's horrible!" Allie says shocked.

"It gets worse." I say sadly. "The voices told me not to have more friends but I wanted other friends. When I was 7 there was a new boy that moved in next door. I was playing with him and I car hit him, killing him. There was no driver. The police couldn't figure out what happened. The voices told me again not to have friends and I listening for a while before making another friend at the age of 9. She was mysteriously shot and killed. That's when I realized that something wasn't normal. That's when the voices started getting mean. They would bully me and I cried myself to sleep every night. That's when my mom told me they were demons."

"Michael, why didn't you tell anyone! Someone could've helped you!" Allie exclaims.

"I couldn't tell anyone. They told me if I told anyone they would kill me. They didn't want to kill me, though." My voice cracks towards the end of my sentence.

"Then why'd they do it?"

"When I finally realized they weren't my friends, they were vicious. They explained everything to me through a nightmare and it was the second worst thing I've experienced. It was like they were hurting me but I was asleep. I was only dreaming but I could feel the pain. They told me I was a murderer. I killed my father and everyone with him. They told me they would make my life hell. Hurt everyone I cared for. They want me to suffer and they want me to die but they don't want to be the ones to do it."

"You don't deserve that! No one deserves that! You did nothing wrong, you were just a kid!" Allie's voice was frantic.

"They thought I needed to be punished." I say quietly. "And they didn't stop. When I was 13 I met a boy named Calum. I was afraid to be friends with him but he was very nice and wanted to be friends with me no matter how much I distanced myself, like you. Eventually I gave in and the voices stopped. They stopped for a whole year. I thought everything was done, I thought I could be normal. Then they started again but I ignored them. After a record time of having a friendship that lasted 2 years, something terrible happened. We were playing soccer in a field one day and Calum started screaming. He was screaming and crying and I couldn't do anything. He was tortured to death that day."

Allie looks at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Michael."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so stupid to think I could be normal. I should've learned my lesson. I should've known! Now you're involved in this and it's all my fault!" I stand up and throw a flower pot across the room. It his the window and shatters. Whatever is covering the window is obviously very strong.

"You said that nightmare was the second worse thing that's happened to you, what was the first?" She asks quietly.

"Seeing you a couple days ago. In pain and I couldn't do anything. I thought you were going to die and I could hardly breathe thinking about that. If you died I wouldn't see the point in living at all." I whisper but loud enough for her to hear.

She takes in a sharp breath. "It wasn't as bad as it probably looked"

"You're lying."

She sighs. "Yes, I'm just trying to make you feel better though."

"Why aren't you yelling at me?! Why don't you hate me now? It's my fault you're involved in all this. It's my fault these stupid things are after you. If you die, it's my fault!" I yell and run a hand through my hair.

"I could never hate you. And yes, I'm absolutely fucking terrified. I don't want to die. But I don't blame you for any of it. It's not your fault these demonic freaks are after you. I love you, and I could never hate you." She tells me and I was lost for words. I never imagined someone could ever love me, to be completely honest.

"But...but...look at you! You're in a fucking mental hospital because of me!" I eventually say.

"But we're here together, aren't we?" She smiles and I manage to smile back.

Our cute little moment is ruined by a familiar screeching.

"WE TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL"
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well now you know exactly what's up with Michael. And although you know what's wrong with him, this story isn't over. I still have some creepy stuff planned (;

btw in case you're wondering, I imagine Emma Watson as Allie. But just with the dyed tips of hair. Emma Watson is just perfect and I love her and I thought she was a perfect Allie.

Thank you so much to everyone saying they loved this story! I love you all so much and I can't believe you like it haha
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