[[File:Sweet_dreams_by_devilpainkiller-d5g4tsm.jpg|thumb|275px|Devin]]

This is the story of my fear. I must hurry while I'm writing this. He is still watching me. So I'll give you a warning about him.

It was a normal morning just sitting at the table eating some cereal. As I "thought" I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I stood up quick and turned, by the time I turned 180 degrees the cereal spilled and the bowl broke. My father rushed into the kitchen to the sound of the breaking glass bowl.

"What the hell?!" My father asked loudly.

"Umm I...uhh" before I could finish my father said, "Never mind...just clean this mess....ok?"

I looked at my hand feeling milk drip down to the floor, but it wasn't milk it was blood. I had glass stuck into my hand.

"I think I need stitches" I said with a soft voice.

"Ok, get in the car" he said with a nervous voice. We got into the truck and went to the hospital and we finally got a doctor.

"Ok just relax and it will be over in no time but first take this medicine." The doctor said. I took the water and swallowed the pills without the water. "I don't want the water" I said. I laid back and then I....was out.

I woke up to a horrible nightmare our truck was on fire and the breeze was pushing the flames to our house and it was on fire. I noticed a man. A boy??? A demon??? He or it was about six feet tall a black zipper hoodie and black jeans with white ashy hair. He was stained in blood his face...was it a face no the mask was a dark purple but light enough to see the blood stains.

I saw my father and I asked, "When can we go home?"

"When the doctor comes back with the prescription for pain killers."

I looked at my hand it didn't hurt at all. The doctor walked in saying "Here you go."

He looked at me very strangely and said, "How are you doing?"

"Ok....I guess." I replied getting off the bed thing.

We left and my father asked, "Do you want to go to school today?"

"No not really." I replied fast.

We made it home and my father unlocked the door and I sat on the couch.

"Well I'm already late for work." My father said putting on his boots.

"Ok." I sighed.

I heard my father leave and laid down on the couch. I wondered about what I "thought" I saw for the first time. I yawned woozy from the medicine so I looked at the clock and it said 10:37. I fell asleep trying to keep my eyes open.

My eyes opened I saw the window open and I walked over to it and shut it. I looked at the clock and it said 2:13. I herd footsteps in the hallway. I "thought I saw someone go around the corner so I turned to the "Hunting Office" as my father calls it. I grabbed a rifle I got it for my 18th birthday. Now that I think about it I just turned 18.

I snapped out of my day dream to a footstep. I walked out of the room and saw him. The man...boy...thing from my dream. I shot and missed but I blew a hole in the door. It ran out of the house I followed.

The truck was still there and my father was dead in it. I started crying and saw him shot and it hit the truck's fuel tank it lit on fire and a breeze rolled in. He laughed walking up to me and stabbed me repeatedly.

I woke up and looked at my stomach and saw scares. I looked up and he said, "Tell him Devin sent you." lunging at me
[[Category:Mental Illness]]
[[Category:Demon/Devil]]