Just a note before any, excuse my language, complete and utter dumb-shits, while they are under age or clearly not ready to read an M-rated story read this fic, be warned it is not a good idea. Strong language and disturbing chapters will follow. However, if you feel you can read this fic, feel free to read this fic. Just don't blame me if you hate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the Exorcist. I wish i did, but sadly, life is unfair
Apart from that, enjoy!
Prologue
I dream every night. I dream of where i belong. I belong in hell. I should be rotting away in a black pit somewhere, somewhere i can never get out. Somewhere that can contain me forever, where i couldn't hurt Charlie or Renee.
I could see all of the others. Every night, in the dreams. All of the other disgusting low-life shit that should be decomposing in the worst place. But the really sick thing is they enjoy this life. They enjoy killing and possessing innocents, to make the innocents relatives scream for mercy before releasing the victim and moving on. The worst are the child-possessives. The ones that make little children lose their virginity and torture their own parents until they are driven insane.
It made me angry that i was the only one that tried to be normal. I tried not to spend every waking moment contemplating how to kill my enemies and bludgeon my friends. I do try, but it doesen't work. Even after a day where i had succeeded in being normal i would get the dreams.
But tonight they were worse. All hot, blazing hellfire and blood flowing in rivers. Twisted corpses everywhere, oozing with vermin and evil. All crawling towards me, reaching out to touch with moist, rotting hands. I can never get away. I run, but they grab my ankles and pull me into their writhing midst, suffocating me in rotting, wriggling flesh. I manage to pull free and i run again, but slip on the boggy, bubbling ground and tumble into a bloody river. The thick red liquid flowed into my mouth, choking me. It weighed my down and i sank into darkness.
I woke up, screaming and crying. I choked, still feeling the disgusting thickness of the blood and the suffocating mass of flesh that tried to trap me. I stopped, listening intently to see whether i had woke Charlie. I hadn't. Good.
I slid out of the bed and stared out the window, deep in my twisted thoughts.
Eventually i decided to except the fact that i had to go to school at some point in the near future. I sighed and stood up, reaching for the wadrobe handle. Suddenly, the room spun. I grasp the wooden handle of the wadrobe and gasped, feeling sick. I blinked and swallowed hard. The spinning continued on. I felt extremely faint, so faint that i didn't realise my legs had gave way until my knees hit the floor with a thud. I yelled angrily as they began to smart.