Abby

"Abbygale Lilian Turner!" My mother screamed. "Get down here this isntant!" I rolled my eyes, and added the final touches to black makeup, going perfect with my blue eyes, and black hair. I put on my favorite white longsleeve, and my blue jeans with holes in the knees. 1

"I'll be down in a sec!" I hollered. "Have to update my file!" I took my black digi-cam with a pink lens, and put it on top of my computer. I set it on timed mode. I sat in my chair, and scooted in a little closer. Once it took the pic, I uploaded it onto my computer, and put it on my myspace file. I grabbed my black and pink bag, decorated with hearts and skulls. I admit I'm not exactly a normal 16 year old girl. 2

I ran down the stairs, and out the door, grabbing a poptart on the way. I got into the car and closed the door. I pulled my walkman out from under the seat, and listened to some weird music. I looked at the screen. Breath-Tyrad? I never even heard about it. I thought it was a little to weird, but I found myself unable to move, as if in a trance. 3

I heard my mother calling from the outside. She seemed as if she were panicking, but I could do nothing. Without realizing what I was doing, I locked the doors. The headphones fell off my head, and I could think straight. That's a little more than odd I thought. I quickly unlocked all the doors, and got out of the car.4

"Good, the headphones are off your head," she said. No yelling, or scolding, which was very odd. My mother took any chance she had to scold me, tell me I did everything all wrong. All she did was get in the car. When I got back in, I could feel her looking at me through the mirror. I wanted to shout at her for some reason. I felt angry all of a sudden. Very, very angry, as if I could burst at any minute. Calm down! I screamed in my head. 5

I looked at my walkman, and picked it up. I turned it on full blast. Again the same song was on. This time I listened to it, and felt a strange darkness creep through my body, as I f I were being taken over by something dark. I looked in the little mirror I carried with me, and I noticed something strange. My eyes seemed to be turning colors. They looked almost black, with a hint of blue in them. What is going on here? What's wrong with me?!6

I tryed to make my arms work, but I was helpless. I tried to scream for help, but all that came out was a bit of laughter. I tried hard as I could, but to no avail. It was just no use. I could do nothing, but sit, and do whatever what was wrong with me, made me do. I started to cry. At least I had control over that.7

"Dear, what's wrong?" Mother asked, looking very concerned. 8

"Nothings wrong. I just wish I could always spend time with you like this," I suddenly answered. Stop! God, please make it stop! Help me! I tried with all my strength to gain control of my actions. Soon I began to see darkness surrounding me. No! Help me, god, please help me. HELP ME!9

The longer I stayed like this, the darkner it became. I fought for the light. Screamed for it, begged for it. Nothing could work. Suddenly a voice appeared out of nowhere.10

"Accept your fate, Abbygale. There is nothing you can do." The voice sounded oddly familiar. I screamed as loud as possible,11

"I will not accept darkness as my world! I will never give up. I will fight until I gain control!" Suddenly I realized what was happening. I was being pushed out of my own body. I was going to slip into the void from the darkness, but before that would happen, I would see my family murdered before my eyes. I cryed so hard, trying to figure out what to do, how to save my family.12

"Mother, could we stop at the side of the road?" I asked. No, not me, whoever was inside of me. Amazingly my mother did as "I" suggested, and pulled over. We all got out of the car. The person in my body stared into my mothers eyes, then mother fell. She writhed on the ground for a moment, than stopped. She was breathing hard.13

"Mom!" I screamed. But, of course, she couldn't here me. I began to cry again, screaming at the person in my body. She grabbed branch off the ground and studied it. Then, she began to beat my mother with it. She kept hitting her over the back. She hit my mother one more time over the head so hard, that the branch cracked in half. I screamed when my mother collapsed, and a huge puddle of blood formed beneath her. I could just tell she was dead. 14

My fathers car drove by, then turned around quickly. As soon as the car stopped, my dad and brother jumped out of the car. They ran over to "me", and tried to grab my arms. Father grabbbed his chest, right where his heart was, then he fell to his knees, and cried out in pain. "I" walked over to him, and stabbed him with a sharp stone. He fell onto his stomach, and slowly faded away.15

"Daddy! No Daddy!" I screamed again. My brother, Josh, ran at the person in my body, and tackled her to the ground. He began to choke her. I felt the air drain from my body. Whatever happened to my body, happened to my soul. She kicked my brother in his chest, making him go flying. He tried to get up before who he thought was me, walked over to him. He was to late. "I" grabbed him around the throat, and slammed him against a tree. He screamed in pain, and she pulled him away from the tree, showing a deep gash in his back.16

She threw him into the street in front of a semi truck. When the truck hit him, his body splattered against the street. I started to cry even harder. I screamed, "Josh! No!" I curled into a ball, and slowly rocked back and forth. Whoever was in my body turned to look at me.17

"Now," she began. Her voice sounded like fingernails scraping on a chalk-board. "Time to add the finishing touch." I felt myself being pulled into my body. I could hear sirens from the police, and an ambulance. I was going to be blamed for my familys death. Something I didn't do. I was going to jail. When I fully returned to my body, I looked around on the ground for something I could use. I found nothing.18

I saw the police car speeding to the scene. I ran in front of it, and got hit. I felt my head hit the concrete, and my legs get crushed by the car. I put my head in front of the tire, and waited for my death to come...