Daemonophobia; The Fear of Demons
In which we fast forward
I went through school like that. Every first day of every new year was just like that. Well almost.
In the earlier grades there was always someone who who asked what was wrong with my eyes. Somehow I was always surprised. I could see, so nothing was wrong. Then that person would call me a name.
Although I was never called a witch again, I got my fair share of "strange', 'weirdo', or 'freak.'
Each time I was ashamed. I was quiet.
Mikey .... He was always there for me.
As I grew up, I stopped being ashamed, but I was still quiet. As others grew up, they stopped asking me what was wrong. Instead they would assume the worst of me and call me names with their own eyes.
'Strange'
'Weirdo'
'Freak'
Demons wisps were everywhere. Sometimes curling around people, sometimes on things. Each time I saw one, the red eyes would glare back at me. Sometimes it would form, other times not.
I start Freshman year in High School tomorrow
Wish me luck.
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Time lapse filler.~LOVE AMBER~
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I'll get y'all pictures soon, of what Gry & Mikey look like.