I wrote this for a creative writing class a while back and figured I might as well publish it. Keep in mind this was written for an audience who has absolutely no prior knowledge of supernatural whatsoever. With that in mind, enjoy.
The lime green tennis ball bounces off the wall. I've thrown this at the white wall every day. I don't know how many days I been doing this, all I know is that I'm bored.
Meg won't let me do anything. No books, no entertainment, I am not even allowed to look out of the small window over my bed. The only reason that I even have this ball is because Mr. Winchester snuck it into my room during his last visit. He said that I needed a splash of color in here. He's right; this room is blindingly white. The sheets, the floor, the curtains, even the walls are bathed in the wretched color.
A head popped through my window, a shaggy mass of blonde hair falling into his Cheshire grin. Pulling himself into my room, the boy widened his smile as he looked at me.
"Hello, Lucy." My eyes stayed locked onto the tennis ball, he doesn't like it when I look him in the eyes.
"Hello Cassie! What are you in the mood to do today?" He walked closer to me laughing gently, daring me to look into his face. I wouldn't. I can't. I won't. I will never make that same mistake I made yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before, and all the days in the week before that.
"I'm not feeling good today. Maybe you should go home and we can play tomorrow."
His sarcastic laugh morphed into an animalistic growl in moments. "Cassie," He snatched my tennis ball out of mid-air and began to squeeze. "I told you that we were going to play today weeks ago. Why are you being so rude to me?"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw his fist tighten over the rubber ball.
"Cassie, today we are going to leave your room, we're going to go outside, and you are going to love it!"
"But Meg says-"He stepped closer to me, cutting me off.
"I don't care what Meg says! You are going to love it no matter what she says!" Lucy was shouting like he wanted to hit me, but all he did physically was grip the tennis ball tighter and tighter.
I closed my eyes and waited for his rage to pass. Lucy would always get bored eventually, if I stay quiet for a long enough time, he will go away. I counted to one hundred, then two hundred, I finally stopped a two hundred and thirty four and listened to the silence. A smile graced my face as I lay back on my bed.
"Good, I'm safe." I thought to myself. My eyes eased open and looked at the white ceiling. Amid a sea of inaccuracies in the stucco sat my lime tennis ball. Not questioning it I allowed my mind to wander. Smudged images floated through my mind and dissipated as quickly as I conjured them. Each image was of two people, most of the time they were holding some kind of gun, occasionally as the pictures became clearer I would catch a glimpse of plaid shirts, green eyes, a sad smile, but never a full image. After all the time I've been here (Which, in all honesty, I have no idea how long I have been) I've created these visions in my head over and over again. Every day the picture gains another minute detail, yet they have never gained enough clarity for me to make sense of them.
A blunt object hits me squarely between my eyes. They open from shock and are greeted by the sight of Lucy sitting comfortably on the ceiling.
"No, no, no, Cassie." He snarled as he snatched the ball back and dropped it once again on my head.
"Remember? You're not allowed to peek. There's a reason you don't remember those idiots."
I groaned. I had fallen into his trap again, just like I had sworn that I wouldn't. Every day he found a new way to torment me, each and every time without even having to lay a finger on me.
"Now, Cassie," He dropped to the floor and began to slam the ball roughly into the ground. "Do you want to play hopscotch today?" The ball slammed into the ground once again and I couldn't help but shiver. "No? Well, how about we play basket ball? I'm sure that I can make more baskets than you."
"I'm sure that you can." I had already made eye contact, so there was no point in looking away anymore, yet I continued to keep my eyes rigidly glued to the shadow of his hollow cheek. "Don't play his games" I thought to myself "If you start he will never let you stop."
Lucy's voice dropped to a deep octave "Cassie. Let's. Go. Out. Side. Now."
Before I could think my head shook automatically. His eyes widened, his entire form began to shake. Before I could react, Lucy threw the tennis ball into my gut.
It held none of the childish intent from before, only cold unadulterated rage. "Stop being insolent, Cassie! Now listen to your big brother." At this point I was doubled over, with Lucy leaning over my prone back and screaming in my ears.
I knew that none of this was real, but that didn't keep me from feeling scared. I was scared because it felt so real. Lucy grabbed my chin and bade me look in his eyes. I could feel the cold seeping from his hands; I could feel his killing intent oozing from his very being.
"Cassie you're doing the wrong thing again. Daddy's not here to protect you, so I'm the one who gets to teach you a lesson" His fingers slid from my chin to my throat and began to tighten around the delicate tissue.
I swung my head but couldn't break free.
My arms flew while my body squirmed and fought him, but my arms simply passed straight through Lucy's body.
Choked cries filled my throat but found no release, clogging in the confined space.
I hung there watching his ghostly form strangle me for what seemed like forever. Ever since I arrived here, my sense of time has been perpetually off. A day can last a lifetime, or pass in a second. The only time that is consistent is when Lucy comes to play his games; each second is carefully crafted to take as much time as is possible. Whenever Lucy is around the clocks tick slower, the sun stopped in its tracks, and all the nurses on call begin to run oh so sluggishly.
After twenty two million years, Meg opened the door and time returned to normal.
At full speed she sprinted to my side and leaned over me, cutting straight through Lucy.
"Cass, look at me." She ordered, shining a small light into each of my eyes. I continued to search wildly for Lucy. Days ago I had believed that her appearance could make him disappear, at least for a little while, but even when she was there, Lucy was too.
"Cass," She started again. "Lucifer is gone now. You are okay." She smiled, so sure that she had banished that monster from under my bed. Little did she know that Lucy stood right behind her, sarcastically coping every word and motion.
"Lucifer is gone now. You are okay." He spoke in a high pitched imitation of Meg's voice.
She never seemed to grasp what Lucy really did to me. She was only ever alerted when my heart monitor jumped above one hundred beats per minute; the girl automatically assumed that Lucy had appeared to wreak havoc on my mind once again.
She didn't know how often he would burst into song at three in the morning, or throw fire crackers while I slept, or pester me with his harmonica when I wouldn't acknowledge him. Lucy is always with me. And he will never leave.