Trapped - Forest Evergreen (ebook reader for pc and android TXT) 📗

My name is Violet Boatright, and I am demon possessed. Back when I was about seven I took a trip to go see some of my family in Santa Barbara, I took a walk by myself along the Santa Barbara shoreline and came past a strange place. There were woods all around and a shack that looked like it was made of rocks and driftwood. Even though it was mostly sunny that day with a bit of cloud cover it was really dark around this place. My interest being spiked, I stepped through the crack that must have been a door. It was so dark inside and I couldn’t see clearly whatsoever. Taking a few steps forward I could suddenly feel myself falling. Screaming as I was falling down this mysterious hole, minutes later I hit the ground.

Excruciating pain filled me and I almost couldn’t breath, I looked around and could make out that I was in a tunnel lighted by a very very dim twilight. I tried getting up but I think my leg was broken, so I lifted myself up with the rest of my body and started to limp toward the right tunnel where the very very dim twilight was coming from. Tracing the wet rock wall I entered into a place where rocks glowed bright and I wondered if this was all real.

Stalagmites and stalactites hung from the ceiling dropping water into pools below. Looking down I could feel and hear a waterfall right next to me, falling into the rocks below and disappearing. Again I looked down at the pools below and saw a dark shadow hiding beneath the water. Obviously, this was strange, so I leaned down so I could see a better glance. Still leaning, I fell (again) into the mysterious shadowy pool, instantly I opened my eyes shocked by the freezing water and struggling to scramble out. My strength dropped so quickly and my struggling was making me weaker. I opened my eyes again to see the shadow racing toward me. At first I didn’t know what was going on then the shadow went right into me. I started screaming and tried to understand what the heck was going on. It felt like it was wrestling inside me trying to control my being, without a second thought I lifted myself out of the water onto the rock. My brain couldn’t comprehend all of this, something had taken over me and I couldn’t seem to fight it, from this point sitting on a rock cave floor I knew my life was going to be a living hell! Everyday it would hurt me and since it came into me I’ve been trapped inside myself (but I’ll never go down without a fight); deep, deep inside waiting to be set free. My parents never knew, because the demon inside would force me to act normal around mostly all people and when I was alone it would thrash me against a brick wall. This morning when my parents went to work early and I was left alone it woke me up, took me to the kitchen and reached for a giant cooking knife. I screamed and started to run away but it felt like it grabbed me and my mouth shut itself, I was left helpless but I still fought back.

Giant slashes started appearing on my arms and legs and then the demon started to laugh making me cringe.

Screaming inside my head, the tears started pouring down as I curled myself up on the floor not daring to touch my gushing slashes and frustrated at myself for not being strong enough. Bloody pools started forming and I knew I couldn’t do anything about it even though I desperately wanted to. Every time I was severely hurt I had to give my parents excuse after excuse or the demon said it would kill them by my hand. This control was so severe, I had no grasp whatsoever on how to control myself; the only option was to be controlled and sadly that’s what happened. Day by day, I was breaking apart little by little, but I still stood strong desperately forcing myself to believe I could concur this. Which brings us to the present and now comes the real story. So I wrapped up my wounds as best as I could, got dressed, ate breakfast, and then started to walk painfully to the bus stop.

The morning was foggy in Oakhurst, California and the sky was somewhat lit up I wondered, How could this morning look so beautiful...but terrible. It makes no sense to me but I guess I should enjoy something other than my own self pity.

The bus pulled in and I sorrowfully got on board picking a seat at the back and sitting by myself. I had to be along for the ride to pick up everybody else too and I was just praying that no one would sit next to me (Just an F.Y.I the demon you could say sometimes “sleeps” and doesn’t do anything to me except for when I’m alone or it wants to show very few witnesses what’s cursing me. I’m just hoping it doesn’t go for the surprise element). Sitting one seat away from the very back I stayed, staring out the window wishing my life would end so I wouldn’t have to go through this anymore. I plugged in my iPod and started listening to Demon Hunter, still starring out my window, then I felt a poke on my shoulder that made me almost pass out. Removing my earphones I stared up at a guy that I had a crush on since third grade (dude now I was sure that I’d almost pass out, but heck like I would!), Andrew Blake. I mean we’ve said “hi” and “bye” but never really got to talk that much at all.
“ Hey. Is anyone sitting here?”
“ Um, no.”
“ So........Can I sit?”
“ Ya, sure.”
“ Awesome.”
This was probably the most awkward moment ever! I embarrassingly looked out my window wondering what would happen next.
“ So how have you been?”
“ Could be better...”
“ Oh, I’m sorry.”
“ Don’t be. It’s not worth it...”
“ What happened?”
“ I honestly don’t think you’d want to know.”
“ Actually I’m interested.”
Damn it! Why do you care?
“ Sorry if this seems rude but why do you care?”
“ No, that question kinda makes sense. You just seem so isolated...I wanted to know why?”
“ Oh....”
“ So, why?”
“ Why what?”
“ (laughs) It’s ok if you don’t want to tell me.”
“ ...........”
“ Well-”
“ My whole life has been a lie...”

There! I said it! God, kill me now!

“ Whoa, not the answer I was expecting, but ok. Um, be a little bit more specific.”
“ It’s hard to (glancing around at people in the bus).”
“ Ah...well tell me at lunch. Where do you normally sit?”
“ I sit by that fountain where it’s enclosed with trees growing.”
“ Hm....don’t think I know where that is.”
“ I could show you. We could just meet by the regular cafeteria tables. It’s kind of my secret spot you could say.”
“ Oh, ok. That would be cool.”
“ So I meet you at lunch and bring you to my secret spot, tell you why my life is a lie and then keep on living it?”
“ No. I

meet you

at lunch and you

bring me

to your secret spot, explain why you’re

so isolated and then have me

be the person you

can regularly talk to.”
Why all of a sudden does he want to be involved? I’m so confused...Should I tell him the truth? Should I tell him anything? I just realized how awkward this is going to be. Damn!

“ Why are you emphasizing you

and me

?”
“ Maybe so you don’t forget.”
“ I’ll do my best not to.”
So we sat there in silence, I plugged back in my iPod and he plugged in his and nothing else was said. I noticed once when I was rocking out to Demon Hunter and saw him sort of staring at me out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head he looked down. Um, ok.......So what exactly do you want?

“ Look I don’t mean to be rude (taking my earplugs out) but why exactly are you sitting by me?”
“ You need somebody to talk to and I stepped up to be that person.”
“ Guys don’t just sit by someone and don’t want something.”
“ You have real low expectations for guys, don’t you?”
“ Wait a second all you want is to seriously talk to me? That’s hard to believe.”
“ Ya, you just seem so lonely. Lonely people make me want to talk to them, in some cases.”
“ Is this one of those cases?”
“ Ya, it is actually.”
A little bit more enlightened in both cases we plugged our iPods back in and continued till the bus stopped at Hell High. It’s not actually called Hell High but that’s what I call it, it’s actually called Eiffel High. Basically its Hell High because of most of the people, what happens to me, and the teachers.
“ Thanks, I guess for caring....”
“ You’re welcome. Just looked like it was time you needed to be cared for.”
“ I probably do.....even though I don’t realize it

.”
“ Well I’ll see you at lunch.”
“ Ya.”
We waved bye and then went to our home rooms. Before lunch I isolated to maximum so no one else would somehow randomly care and come say something. Thank God, no one did. I was utterly alone till the bell rang for lunch, knowing that he wouldn’t forget even though my hope was he would. Walking silently with Demon Hunter screaming in my ears and my lunch in hand I almost walked out of the cafeteria but then I remembered I had to wait. So I waited anxiously to see if he’d actually