The Sun Shines the Darkest Shade of Black
DEMON
I woke up, I think I blacked out for a few hours.
When, I came to, I realized I was in the guest room of Melynna's house.
I guess I hadnt been dreaming, when the homeless man dragged me up the stairs.
The side of my head, was throbbing, and I had a trickle of blood coming from it.
I looked around the room, and no one was there.
Where was he...?
Just then, the door opened.
I shut my eyes, and pretended to still be knocked out.
I peeked out of the corner of my eyes.
He was talking to himself, I could hear him murmuring about something.
He pulled out some pills in prescription bottles.
It was for biploar disorder, and the other one was for schizzofrenia.
So, he was mentally ill?
He glanced in my direction, I shut my eyes, and didnt move.
He took a little baggy out of his pocket and set in on the nightstand.
Then he went down stairs.
I sat there looking at the baggy.
Meth? I guessed that's what it looked like.
He came back up stairs in a few minutes.
He pulled out a watch, and looked at it.
"Come on, old buddy. Slow down a little, I need time to burry two bodies, not just one. I caught another demon."
He was talking to the watch...who was the demon?
Me?
Wow, he really was a schizzophrenic.
He turned to me, and saw my eyes open.
"DEMON" he shouted.
"No, no no! Im not!" I said
"DEMON!!!" he screeched.
"No! I'm just-"
He cut me off.
He pulled out a gun.
"NO!" I shouted
Instead of shooting me, he brought the barrel down HARD on my head.
I was knocked out again....
When, I came to, I realized I was in the guest room of Melynna's house.
I guess I hadnt been dreaming, when the homeless man dragged me up the stairs.
The side of my head, was throbbing, and I had a trickle of blood coming from it.
I looked around the room, and no one was there.
Where was he...?
Just then, the door opened.
I shut my eyes, and pretended to still be knocked out.
I peeked out of the corner of my eyes.
He was talking to himself, I could hear him murmuring about something.
He pulled out some pills in prescription bottles.
It was for biploar disorder, and the other one was for schizzofrenia.
So, he was mentally ill?
He glanced in my direction, I shut my eyes, and didnt move.
He took a little baggy out of his pocket and set in on the nightstand.
Then he went down stairs.
I sat there looking at the baggy.
Meth? I guessed that's what it looked like.
He came back up stairs in a few minutes.
He pulled out a watch, and looked at it.
"Come on, old buddy. Slow down a little, I need time to burry two bodies, not just one. I caught another demon."
He was talking to the watch...who was the demon?
Me?
Wow, he really was a schizzophrenic.
He turned to me, and saw my eyes open.
"DEMON" he shouted.
"No, no no! Im not!" I said
"DEMON!!!" he screeched.
"No! I'm just-"
He cut me off.
He pulled out a gun.
"NO!" I shouted
Instead of shooting me, he brought the barrel down HARD on my head.
I was knocked out again....