"SOPHIA!" Somebody screamed. I longed to answer, but I had no voice. there was something on my mouth, which I couldn't see because I had no eyes. I felt myself begin to dissolve, until all that remained was a glowing red light, which suddenly swelled to temporarily blind me...
I awoke, covered in sweat. I sat bolt upright, and scrabbled for my glasses, and for my flashlight. I found my glasses first, and jammed them onto my face. I clicked on the light, carefully pointing it into every corner...
Nothing out of the ordinary... I felt a cooling breeze on my face, which was welcome after the heat that the fear had brought to my face. I sighed, cursing my paranoia.
"Get a grip, Sophia." I told myself. 'Nobody will find you here. You're safe. Remember, you have to be on the lookout, but not be too paranoid..." I looked up, and saw the open window.
Wait... I didn't open that last time I was awake! I gasped, and held my flashlight like a club, all my senses in hyperdrive. The sound of shoes behind me caused me to swing the flashlight at the noise. A cracking sound, a muffled curse, and the smell of something sickly sweet were the last things i felt before slipping into unconsousness...
I awoke in what seemed to be a small, black, jail cell. A cry of despair escaped me, and I buried my face in my hands. "Not again..." A guard had heard me, and hit the door of the cramped cell. "Shut up, demon child!" He snarled. I whimpered, feeling pathetic.
Yes. i am a demon. Worse, a demon hybrid! My father was a sinister demon, who took pride in the murder of others, both human and non-human. My mother was a tender soul, I suppose I had gotten my respect for the living from her, along with my jet-black hair and hazel eyes.
Apparently, Dad had gotten hypnotized by her beauty, and she came with him, possibly to make him kinder.
She failed.
A tear slipped down my face when I remembered. He had murdered her when he found out he had given birth to me. My mother, being smart, had hidden me earlier. Father had realized what he had done, and commited suicide, leaving me to die. I continued to quietly cry.
Eventually a tray was shoved in. I walked over, and sat on the floor. I ate, wishing for something to read. I noticed the guard reading, and I noticed a Mary Higgens Clark book lying at his feet. I timidly spoke up. "Um, excuse me, sir?" He glared at me over the top of his book. "What?" "Can i read the Mary Higgens Clark that you have next to your feet?" "No." "Okay." I sighed in defeat, and continued to eat.
When i finished, i picked up a rock, and began to scratch symbols on the wall. 10 minutes into this process, my eyes glazed over and I worked without thought. The guard eventually noticed. "Hey!" He shouted, startling me out of my working stupor. I dropped the rock, and looked at him.
"What?"
"What are you planning?"
"I don't even know what these symbols mean, much less be plotting escape! There's really no point, you'll just catch me again!" My voice rose to a hysterical shriek. I crawled into bed, and fell asleep, feeling less than happy.