Chapter 22

those are what her real eyes look like (color, not shape) the blue just has to be a little more darker in color. Kind of like a cobalt blue (winking to anyone who knows the reference I just gave)

Tried to find a decent picture, but that's the only one I could find. :/

oh, and i have a surprise to tell you guys too. If you want to hear it in the next chapter i'm writing today, than vote and comment!

Either wise i'll tell you the next time I get wifi

love you!!!

"Michelle, are you ok-"

"Leave me alone," I snapped, cutting off Zach abruptly as my vision started to blur. Not wanting to wait for him to continue talking or catch up with me, I stormed up the stairs of the house– wiping tears away roughly as I did so.

"Michelle!" Zach yelled, the sound of another pair of footsteps stomping up the stairs echoing in my ears. By the time he was halfway up the stairs I was already at the top, about to stalk over to my bedroom. "Michelle, wait!" he commanded, going up the stairs faster than before.

Not thinking he would catch up to me, I flared my nose and continued to walk down the hallway. There were so many mixed emotions in my brain that my thoughts were the only thing I could hear as soon as I got into the hallway.

They got my mom. Who else did they get? My sisters? Tiffany's just a kid, not even ten yet. My brother? He's like my copy, a second me. My dad? He'd do anything for his kids, and that might change now.

What did I do to deserve this? Is it because I wished for a more interesting life? If it's because of that wish I made to make my life more interesting, than I take it back. I want my old life back, where the most stressful thing I thought about was a test I didn't study for. I want to back and never allow myself to selfish about my life. To me now, my old life was perfect. Exercise here and there, sit at home, do homework and relax.

Why did I have to test what was already great?

"Michelle?" Zach whispered, gently putting his palm on my shoulder. My whole body shook the moment he touched me, and I quickly looked up from the ground- just now noticing that I stopped walking half way through the hallway. "Michelle, what's wrong with you? I know something weird is going on with you. I don't understand how no one else sees it, but just because they don't doesn't mean I'll pretend not to.

"You can trust me, sis," he said softly as he put his second hand on my other shoulder, making my shoulders slouch.

"Honestly, Zach," I whispered hoarsely, wanting to hug my little brother and never let him go. "I  don't even know what's going on with me."

"I know you like dealing with things alone, but I can help you, Michelle. I can tell that whatever's happening to you is making you go insane. Just let me see what's going on," he said simply, making me sigh and shake my head in reply. "Why? Why won't you let me help you?" he asked, squeezing my shoulders in irritation. I wasn't mad at him for it though. I would've done the same in his position.

"Because," I said, turning to face his stubborn face. "It might kill you," I whispered sadly, a tear slipping. "And I don't want to witness another death. Especially when the dead person, is someone that was close to me."

"Michelle, I don't think you understand me," Zach said as he stepped closer to me, giving me a hug. I instantly threw my arms around him and breathed him in, needing some of my normal life back. "Michelle, I would die for you and... kill  for you, too," he said, squeezing me closer to him when he said the word 'kill'. I shuddered at the sound of that word.

"You have no idea, Zach, how much shit you would be in if you helped me," I sniffled, hugging him tighter as well. "I couldn't risk your safety. I can't let anything happen to you and the rest of the family."

"Michelle, nothing will happen to us. I'll make sure of it. Just tell me what's going on," he said, pulling away from me hesitantly, but when he pulled all the way away and saw my face his jaw dropped. "What the fuck is up with your eyes? Are those red and blue cont-" he started, but before he could finish my eyes widened and I cupped his mouth so he couldn't talk. I wiped the tears off my face and searched the floor, looking for the contacts.

And there they were. Right behind his heels.

Note to self: No more crying with contacts on.

"My room. Right now," I mouthed, pushing in the direction of my room, making sure his feet didn't step on the contacts. As soon as his back turned towards me I swiftly picked up the contacts, doing it in under a second, and headed towards his slowly, very careful with all my movements.

Once we got inside I shut and locked the door while Zach looked at my foam filled room. "Um... Michelle?" he asked, making me turn to him with raised eyebrows. "Why's their acoustic foam on your walls and foam on you door? It looks like I'm in a mental institution," he said, making me roll my eyes.

"It's a do-it-yourself  soundproof system thingy. I tested it, too. This place is completely soundproof," I said proudly, remembering all the hard work I did last year. I knew it would come in handy.

"Why would you need your room soundproofed?" he asked, making me sigh.

"You ask way too many questions, Zachary," I muttered, making him snort.

"So do you, shut the fuck up," I stated, making me narrow my eyes at him playfully.

"You shut the fuck up," I countered, feeling like I was getting some of my old life back.

"But seriously, what's up with your weird contacts? Take them off, they're starting to creep me out," my brother said, furrowing his eyebrows. I can't even imagine the things that will go through his head when I tell him the truth.

Wait. Should I tell him the truth?

No. No way. He's going to want to kill me or something afterwards.

No. No he won't. I think I should tell him. If does try to hurt me, I can easily defend myself from him anyway.

The worst that can happen is that he gets a little scared, right?

Wrong.

"Zach, these aren't... You have to promise me whatever happens in this room stays in this room, okay?" I said hesitantly, which made him wince uncomfortably. He may be a bad boy that rides motorcycles and laughs at a murder on the outside, but on the inside he's this sweet, innocent boy.

He's also never broken a promise in his entire life- therefore adding to the "good guy" side of him.

"I... I promise," he said in a strained voice, knowing whatever I was going to tell him was going to be bad.

"I'm going to start  of very slowly with you..." I trailed off, trying to find a good place to start.

How do you tell someone you're half demon and eat souls for a living?

"Oh my gosh, you're not a drug dealer are you?" he yelled out, making me slap my forehead with my palm roughly.

So, he heard the argument outside, didn't he?

"No, I'm not a fucking dealer," I deadpanned, making him relax a little big.

"Good, 'cause that would've been some scary-ass shit," he chuckled, shaking his head.

You know what? Maybe I shouldn't tell him.

"Listen, it's nothing personal, but I don't think you're ready for th-"

"Oh, come on! Just tell me already! What's the worst thing that can happen?" he said loudly,, making me raise an eyebrow at him. The worst thing that can happen is precisely why I don't want to tell him anything. "Just lay it on me. Right now."

"I'm a demon," I blurted out quickly, closing my eyes tightly as I could as I covered my face with my hand to cover the embarrassment of how I said it.

'Yeah, that's a great way to tell 'em. Instead of putting it down on the table slowly, just slap him in the face with it!'  a demon snorted, making me groan in my head.

'Shut the Hell up, man. Go back to wherever you were seconds ago,' I replied back tiredly, just wanting to go to sleep after all the shit that happened today.

"No, seriously, tell me the truth," Zach said simply, making me sigh and slide my hand down my face exhaustedly.

"Well, technically, I'm half demon," I muttered, correcting myself to make me look less like a monster.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Zach said stupidly, crossing his arms across his chest angrily.

"If you want me to be specific, I'm also half angel..."

"You're unbelievable," he scoffed at my comment, walking past me and towards the door.

"No, Zac-" I said, but was cut off when he stopped walking and started to talk, his back still facing me.

"I try to be helpful and a good brother and decide to pull shi-" he started to nag, but as I listened I got an idea and cut him off before I could forget.

"I can prove it!" I blurted out anxiously, not really that fond of the plan now that I announced it.

What if he has a panic attack?

"How can you fucking prove-" he growled as he started to turn towards me, but just as he was completely facing me I closed my eyes forcefully and sprung them open half a second later, forcing them to go black as I dislocated my jaw back and sprung out my fangs to what I'm guessing to be three inches.

But I think three inches, was three inches too many.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he screamed out as he started to take quick backwards steps, but ended up tripping on the rug and falling on the floor. I tucked in the fangs, and changed my eyes back to red and blue, but when I walked over to go help him he started crawling back furiously. "Stay AWAY  from me!" he screamed out frightfully, making a part of my heart break.

He thinks I'm a monster.

'That's because you are a monster,'  a demon snickered, making me growl at him in my head and force myself not to rip my head off.

'I will hold you by your neck and pop it off- like how I used to pop off daisies heads- as I count how long it takes for you to stop bleeding out, while I have a fucking smile on my face. Shut the FUCK up,' I hissed venomously, making it and everyone else quiet down in my head.

Wow. I am a monster.

"Zach. Zach, I promise I won't hurt you," I said softly as I went towards him slowly, but he just kept moving back.

"You're a monster! Have you ever even seen what you look like? You could kill me by just fucking looking at me!" he said, breaking another part of my heart.

"A monster?" I repeated sadly, another tear coming out of my eye.

There it is. The innocent angel in me, making me look like a weakling.

"Yes, Michelle! A freaking mon-" he screamed, but cut himself off when he looked over to me and saw me crying.

Yes. That's right. Go ahead and laugh. I'm balling my fucking eyes out.

I think the reason it hurt so much was because I knew I was a monster, I just didn't want to admit it- and when he told me it was like he cut me open, ripped the thought out of my head, and stapled it to my forehead so the whole world could see.

"Mi-Michelle?" he said softly with trembling lips, making my knees give out and drop to the floor. "Michelle? Oh fuck, I'm such a dick. Michelle I'm so sorry. I... I thought-"

"Get! Out!" I yelled out venomously, choking back tears and coughing after I screamed.

"Mi-"

"GET! OUT!" I cried out, making him jump and run for the door.

"Zach? You look like you've seen a monster," was ironically the last thing I heard before the door to my room slammed shut and I drowned myself in a pool of tears.

I'm a monster.