11 February 2013
Everyday, it gets so much harder to breathe. The pains of the world are being carried on my chest, metaphorically of course. I've had this horribly dreadful feeling that I'm going to die early, and I have exactly a reason to think so.
I'm Katie, I am fifteen, and I am a sensitive. Not in personality, or in character. I am sensitive to the world around me, in other words, I can feel ghosts. I can even see them sometimes. I can feel emotions and my world is filled with auras.
I've been able to see ghosts, but I've called them hollow people, since I was three. My parents didn't believe me, until I was possessed at the age of five. I lost time. Three weeks to be exact. I remember not a thing as a human, until a week later I was screaming and having holy water thrown at me. The priest said my soul was corrupt, and he was right.
While I was possessed, I faced the demon in my mind. As I struck him with my final thought, I could hear him whisper while he faded away, "I am part of you, I will always be here. Welcome to hell, you're pre-destined."
I told my parents, and they had shrugged it off like a bad dream. Little did they know, that their daughter with big blue eyes and blonde hair had danced with the devil.
I still see that demon today. He tells me he is nameless, just to call him Demon. I think if I find out, I may be able to get rid of him. Like Beetlejuice, say his name three times, and poof he's gone.
Sometimes, I think that I would miss him living in my head, even though he tortures me each night showing me the pains of the world in my dreams. Keeping me sleepless every night. Demon usually just repeats the numbers, "two, one, six" incessantly. Like he's counting, but the number never changes.
I will find out what those numbers mean, and I will find the reason to my pre-destiny.
Sensitive • Opuss № I