"My Demon" (W.I.P.)

the story is of a girl seeing the supernatural

Chapter 1

 

Iris’s eyes fluttered open to darkness and noise. Her body lay sprawled on the ground, dazed, her breath shallow. She lifted her head slowly, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. The air was thick, heavy, charged with something she couldn’t name. As she stumbled backward, her heel caught on uneven stone, and she found herself at the edge of a crowd.

The crowd pressed forward, their faces twisted with fury. At the center stood a guillotine, its blade gleaming under a pale light. A boy - no older than sixteen - knelt beneath it, trembling. Tears streaked his cheeks as the mob screamed.

“Betrayer!” “Murderer!” “Kill him!”

Their voices were venom, dripping with hatred.

The boy’s voice cracked as he pleaded, “Please, it wasn’t me! I didn’t hurt anyone. You have to believe me!” His sobs shook his frail body. “I don’t want to die. I’m still so young. Please… let me live.”

The blade began to fall.

A shrill alarm shattered the vision. Iris jolted upright in her bed, gasping, clutching her head. Her phone glowed on the nightstand: 8:30 AM.

“Ugh… my head hurts,” she muttered, dragging herself into her morning routine. Clothes messy, hair tangled, she shuffled to the bathroom, splashed water on her face, brushed her teeth, and gulped bitter coffee. The jacket she threw over her shoulders felt heavier than usual, as though it carried the weight of the dream.

At school, she slipped into class late.

“Iris? Present �" you’re late again,” the teacher sighed.

“If I wanted to be here early, I would’ve been,” she shot back, sarcasm dripping. “This class is boring. But hey, I still need an education.”

Her friend Green leaned over. “Hey, want to hang out after school again at the café?”

“Sure,” Iris replied, trying to mask the unease gnawing at her.

But when she rose to hand in her assignment, the world tilted. The guillotine. The boy. The eclipse swallowing the sun. His lips moved, whispering something she couldn’t hear. Pain stabbed her skull, and she collapsed.

The teacher rushed over. “Iris what’s going on” The teacher press the back of her hand against Iris’s forehead, “your got a headache come on sit up” she Prop Iris up gently shifting her weight to steady Iris, The teacher writes a note and give it to Iris “you should head home and get some rest, and drink plenty of water” the Teacher said with a soft gentle voice trying to put Iris at ease.

Her house was silent when she returned. Too silent. Closing the door, she froze.

He was there. The boy from her dream. Standing in her living room, searching, his eyes wide with urgency. He turned, smiled �" and vanished.

Her heart pounded. “Hey! Who’s there? This is my house, so I suggest you get out now!” Silence answered.

Grabbing a kitchen knife, she searched every room. Nothing. Just her. Just shadows.

She forced a breath, dropped her bag, and returned the knife to its place. It was her imagination. Maybe.

Evening at the café brought laughter and chatter. Her friends leaned in, concerned.

“Heard you got sent home early,” one said. “Yeah, we were worried,” another added.

Iris opened her mouth to explain �" then froze. Across the street, the boy stood. Smiling. Waving.

“Hey… do you guys see that boy?” she stammered. “He is smiling at me. It doesn’t feel right.”

Her friends turned. “There’s no one there, Iris. You’re seeing things.”

But in the café window’s reflection, he was behind her. Not sinister. Protective. His voice was urgent, deep.

“You need to leave. Now.”

“Why?” she whispered.

“You’re not safe here. Someone dangerous is coming. You and your friends must leave �" to live.”

Something inside her told her to trust him. “Let’s go back to my place,” she said quickly. “No one’s home anyway.”

They agreed, paid, and left.

But Iris felt like something was behind her in the café, so she turned back to look at the café hoping it was just her imagination, but her eyes widen in fear, her blood ran cold.

A monstrous shadow slipped inside. She watched, frozen, as it swallowed someone whole. Someone who looked exactly like her.

To everyone else, it was just a man pulling a trigger. A girl shot in the head.

But Iris knew better. But Iris didn’t want to, Iris wanted to believe it was just in her head, but she couldn’t. The creature slowly turns to face her, it’s eyes meeting Her’s,

the Boy’s voice whispers into her ear with urgency “you need to leave now RUN!”

She wants to listen she wants to run, her body wouldn’t listen to her, wouldn’t react, her body had shut down on her out of fear, then she felt someone pull her, it was her friend Abby “hey Snap out of it, we need to leave right now, come on”.

 she grab’s Iris’s hand and drag her along with the rest of the friend group following as the rush to Her house, they slam the door shut behind them.

They feel a sense of relieved.

“Man, that was close that, bae-man nearly shot us” Abby said, but she stops herself from saying a word.

Lucas quickly glance at Abby as if warning her about something.

Iris notice Abby’s behaviour but pretended not to. But was also confused, she didn’t see any man, she saw a monster.

“Do you guys have any clue what that thing was back there, it definitely didn’t look human” she said with confusion in her voice doubting what she saw.

But both Abby and Lucas went silent for a moment their eye’s looking at each other as if having a silently conversation with their eye’s.

“You mean that man? I guess he didn’t act like a normal person, I mean why shot someone?” Lucas asked, but the way he said it was as if trying to figure something out without directing saying what he was after.

“Yeah, your right, I must of just saw him as a monster due to the fear and panic rushing through me, making me believe what I saw was something else” Iris said as if believing it was just in her head.

They all head the Iris’s living room and sat down and took a moment to relax but Iris couldn’t, because she was seeing someone again, it was that boy again, the one who was in her dreams and that was across the café.

“Was it his voice I heard that told me to run?” she asked in her mind, as she sees that boy sitting across from her in her living room, on an empty seat facing her, as if reading her.

His face was expressionless.

In the corner Lucas and Abby are talking in silent

“Abby, do you see it, it’s just sitting there” Lucas whispers to Abby.

“Just act like you don’t see it, we can’t deal with it while she is around, we can’t afford any mistakes” Abby whispers urgently.

Iris notices their strange whispers.

“What are you talking about? Is it something important?” Iris ask’s

“We are just saying how lovely your home is Iris and that you should bring us over more often” Abby says with a more smile, but her smile not reaching her ears, her eyes keeping looking at something else.

Iris left the living room and head to the kitchen to refill her cup with fresh water, but the boy followed her.

“You know there hiding something from you” the boy spoke to her; it is looking at the doorway as if expecting her friend’s to be watching.

She pretended not to her him, but she knew that at the same time he wasn’t lying about what he said, they were hiding something.

She took a deep breath and checked the time “what are they hiding from me? Do they not trust me or something?”

She was confused, why are here own friend’s hiding something from her? She wanted an answer, she wanted the believe that her friend’s has their reason, but it still hurt that they are hiding something from her.

She glanced at the boy trying to distract her about her friend’s and finally spoke to him “so who are you anyways, I know you can’t just simply be my imagination, and why did you save me?” she asked the boy, but he didn’t reply as he was still looking at the door way but he did make a gesture

He raised one finger and put it over his own lips as if trying to say to her to be silent, she didn’t know why he was making this gesture but decided to listen and didn’t speak.

She approached the doorway to find her friends press against the wall trying to hide while ear dropping on her and they got caught, she spotted them.

“What the hell, why the f**k are you ear dropping on me? What do you think I got some secret to hide?” Iris asked while staring them in the eyes.

They were first surprised to be caught then looked at each other then gave her a guilty look.

“Sorry Iris we just wanted to know why you went to the kitchen” Lucas said with a guilt in his voice.

“Yeah, sorry Iris” Abby said while looking down at the ground, but their tone of voice suggested they was doing something else.

Iris’s eyes narrow for a moment before shrugging it off.

“it’s okay, just don’t do it again, it’s creepy and a bit unsettling.”

They both seemed relieved that she let them off the hook, but their eye’s keeping glancing to something next to her, or someone.

“So, do you two want a cup of water or something?” she offers.

They both were caught off guard by the sudden offer, but they accept the cup of water.

As Iris went back to the living room the boy was gone again, she was confused but grateful to have some peace again.

Both Lucas and Abby looked around looking confused then whispering to each other

“it’s gone; we miss our chance” Lucas said to Abby.

Iris heard them again but was confused on what they were talking about.

 

Chapter 2

 

Abby and Lucas went home for the day, and Iris headed to bed, as she slept, she had the same dream as before but this time in came in flashes, first the sun being block out by the moon, the executor cutting the rope to the guillotine, the boy saying

“I give my soul to whoever wants it, just save me from this pain.”

Then a blinding flash engulfs the boy as the guillotine nears his neck, then she wakes up in a cold sweat, heavy breathing, she looked around it was the dead of night.

She got out of bed and head down to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, as she does she see the boy outside her window disappearing down a alleyway, chasing something, something in her body was telling her to not follow, that she isn’t safe, but she ignored that feeling and put on a jacket and head outside and headed towards where that boy went.

She saw the shadow of the boy fighting someone or something, as she got close, she could see parts of angelic wings, but she couldn’t see what it was coming from, she quickly hid behind a dumpster.

She tried to peak at whatever is in front of her but suddenly there was a bang against the dumpster making her quickly retreat behind the dumpster then she heard two voices talking but she couldn’t recognize the voices.

“Why are you protecting her, you’re a disgrace to us” said a black figure that couldn’t be seen properly due to the lighting

“because she’s mine, there’s something about her, it isn’t normal, I can’t let her die” another voice said, she peaked and saw the boy from before that she kept seeing, but she didn’t know who they were talking about.

The boy glanced behind him seeing her hiding, but pretended not to notice as he turns his attention back the figure

“I’m going to end you. you put the demon name to shame”

Suddenly the boy turned and grab her princess style and ran off carrying her

She was stunned and didn’t know how to react, but she knew this moment is real

Author's Note

It's a work in progress

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[lizzie]

Hello! Your writing carries a strong emotional clarity, and the flow feels effortless. While reading, I kept visualizing scenes in a comic format.
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