06/23/2017  The Awakening Part 1 Continued.   I had to blink my eyes about three times to get the blurriness away. My mouth was dry, probably from all of the crying and screaming I had done about 3 hours ago. Father Lucas was finally convinced that I wouldn't go after myself or anyone else, so they untied my wrists and ankles.     “W-What happened?” I whispered softly, to myself and Diablo, trailing my fingers softly along the bandages on my arms. A minor incident. That’s all. His voice echoed inside my head, causing me to wince. I quickly got up, grabbing my side table, feeling light headed. Slow now dear… we wouldn’t want you to fall and crack your head, now would we? “Shut up.” I rolled my eyes and walked to the door opening it and looking down the hall.    I made it down the corridor without anyone noticing me, until I reached the first step. “Camilia, dear.” I slowly turned around and there was my mother, her arms crossed and a frown on her face, “You should be laying down. After your incident earlier, you should be resting.”    “Sorry mother… it’s just I wanted to get out of my room. I’ve been stuck in there all day and I need some fresh air… and sunlight.” I smiled softly hoping she would understand.     “We can open a window.” She shook her head and put her hand on my shoulder slowly leading me back to my room and laying me down. “Stay here, and don’t move.” She frowned and went over to the window opening it just a little, but not enough for me to possibly escape through the crack.   All I did was glare at her then turned on my side, thinking horrid thoughts about her, which only fed the voice more. Kill her, make it look like an accident. Pour oil in the stove before she uses it, put oil on the stairs to make her slip and break her neck. JUST GO IN HER ROOM AND STAB HER. The idea’s and thoughts pulled at my emotions, not knowing which one was the worst and making me confuse them with something else. Didn’t everyone see I was fine? Obviously to them I wasn’t. What did they see me as? What did they think of me…   To be continued... 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

06/22/2017  The Awakening Part 1.  Drawing was always my favorite way to express what I heard. I sketched then finalized the images and scenarios on the paper then locked them away in the chest my mother gave me. Then every Thursday when Father Lucas came by he would bless our family then take away the chest for a couple hours go over the papers, then burn them.    Diablo, or the voice in my head, always told me I shouldn’t let them take away my drawings. That I should keep them, and remember them. So that one day I could give them to him myself, as a gift. At the same time Mother always told me to keeping locking them away. Who should I listen to? My mother, whom I’ve met and has been there for me? Or Diablo, who is apart of my daily life and has control over me… I always ended up picking my mother.    Then on the very next fateful Friday it happened. I had jolted up out of my bed, hearing what sounded like thousands of people screaming my name, clawing at my skin, digging their nails into me try not to drown in a ocean of fire. Then I realized those were my screams, my nails, and my blood. My nails raked my body as I screamed for them to stop, but my body didn’t listen. Blood gushing out of my nose, causing my night shirt to turn red and damp with blood. Then laughing, Diablo’s laughing. He got off on this. This torture and pain, and he didn’t care. My screams getting louder and the scratching more furious, causing them to bleed. Crash! In came in Father Lucas and my mother. She screamed and put her hands over her face crying. “Oh! Camilia! Stop!” She rushed to my side grabbing my hands and forcing them down to my sides as I squirmed around and as Father Lucas prayed to God to make this stop. In rushed in my mother’s maid with cool wash cloths and a bucket of water dabbing at my wounds and nose cleaning them, as I still thrashed around. Finally it stopped. Father Lucas had finished and the voice had disappeared.    They had laid me in bed and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed, making sure if this happened again I couldn’t move. Father Lucas had left some burning incenses by my bed to calm me, and to make sure the voice stayed away for a while. My arms and legs were bandaged, my mind doped up on pills. I wanted to cry out for water, or anything, or at least anyone…   To Be Continued... 12: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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