The Winchester Chronicles

Chapter Two

"Hey Aria!" I spin around at the voice. I'm still a bit jumpy after the attack. I found out from my mother, when I eventually woke up, that I had been in a coma for a week. When I asked about Jamie, she told me that he attacked me but that I must have gotten a hold of his knife and I stabbed him with it. She told me that his family weren't pressing charges and that the case had been dismissed as self-defence with the police. I had tried to tell her that I didn't kill him. That I didn't have a knife, that Jamie didn't have a knife. She didn't believe me though. When I tried to tell her about the demon, about Lucifer, she sent me to a psychologist, who ruled it up to PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. My mother seemed happy with that and ended the sessions. I stopped talking about demons and about Jamie, around her anyway and she's acted like nothings wrong.

"Hey", I replied, looking straight at my best friend, Sophie. "Where'd you go just now? I've been standing here for at least 5 minutes", she sounds annoyed but I know she doesn't mean it. "Oh, sorry. I was just…thinking." I look across the road, at the playground. I look back at Sophie and she's staring straight at me with a look of worry and knowing in her eyes. Sophie is the only person I've told and had believed about what really happened that night. About how Jamie's eyes had gone white and about how I hadn't killed him. No one else had believed me, my own parents had wanted to send me off to a mental hospital. Only Sophie had believed me. "So… Any idea on who could have killed him yet?" Sophie seems to ask me this every time we meet. I know that she's just curious and wants to know what happened but it's getting a bit annoying. I'm tired of having to tell her the same thing over and over again. But I do, because I don't want to be left all alone. No one but believes me and it's like I'm poisonous at school. No one speaks to me anymore. So, I say the same think I say every day: "No, still no idea." Normally, she just accepts it and doesn't bring it up again until the next day. This time though, she challenges me. "Really? You can't think of anyone? Anyone at all?" She stares at me until I squirm. "No. I already told you, I have no idea. Please stop asking me. I don't want to talk about it right now." "That's your problem though, isn't it Aria? You never want to talk about it, you never want to even think about it." She says all of this with a twinge of disgust in her voice. I look at my friend, wondering how she could say all of these things to me. She looks the same, 5 foot, short blonde hair, small heart shaped face and sky blue eyes. She turns away and starts walking in the opposite direction. "Sophie!" I call after her. She turns around and then strides towards me, grabs my hands and says, in a deadly tone, "Just stop wasting my time Aria, stop wasting everyone's time." Her eyes flash a horrible white and I gasp. I recoil from her touch and stumble backwards, blinking rapidly. She smirks and turns away. I stand there in shock, knowing that Lucifer is inside my best friend, the only person who believed me. I look back towards the playground, suddenly envious of the children playing. I'm just about to continue on my way home when I see someone resting on a tree trunk, one leg propped up. I realise that it's a boy, about my age, with a black hood hiding his face in the shadows. I turned around and walked home with my mind racing about demons, possession, everything. When I make it home, I dash up the stairs and into my bedroom. I grab my laptop, sit on the bed and type in one word: Demons. Hundreds of links come up. From things I already know, to things I'm terrified to look at. I click into a chat room and post what happened to me. I look out my window as I wait for a reply.