They never stopped following me. They were always there, watching silently from the shadows, although they were shadows themselves. They mocked me day and night, playing games with my mind. No one saw them except me, and I knew that was what the demons intended. Everyone at school used to call me a freak when I yelled at nothing to leave me alone, or when I never took my sight off an empty window. It was empty to them, but for me, the end of my life gathered. No one tried to help me. No one even tried to understand. I frantically tried to explain, but all my attempts were in vain, and the culprits always just laughed.
I didn't know what those things were, or why they were here. All I knew was that they were here for me, though I didn't know the reason. I couldn't think of anything that made me different from the other kids. I was as normal as an 8 year old could get. Average looks, hyper at times but angry the next. But they didn't care. They chose me, so I had to live with it. I saw them everywhere I looked, even in my once pleasant dreams. Now it was death, pain and leering demons every night, and I can't remember the night I had a good dream. That was so long ago. I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried. One thing was for sure though. They wanted my blood.
The first time I ever saw one of them was when I was walking home from school. It had been an ordinary day, playing sports with my friends and grumbling over how stupid school was. The weather was dreary, with a forecast of rain later in the evening. Shadows were cast in every corner possible, and I didn't think twice of it. Why would I? Shadows were as normal as the sun. But I couldn't possibly be anymore wrong.
