The One Inside of Me

I can't help but notice the feeling inside of me; a pain that starts in my gut and spreads into my back. I hated it, wanting the pain to go away, but it didn't. Eventually I would start screaming, my parents running in to comfort me, saying it would be okay. They were wrong.

Every night, around midnight, the pain would come back and force me to scream again. My parents decided to bring me to the doctor, even though I refused to go. They forced me into the car, strapping me down to the seat as I had screamed bloody-murder.

The car ride was long, and they decided to gag me so I would stop screaming. What are they doing? I thought. I felt as though they knew what was inside of me, the evil thing that had caused me so much pain.

My parents were arguing; my father saying it was my mothers fault that I was like this, and my mother retaliating. My parents kept fighting, bringing more and more hatred in my heart. I wanted to kill them, for they had known that I had this, this thing inside of me.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I was working myself free as we parked. I opened the door and started to run. My father caught up to me, grabbing me from behind. I bit his hand, tasting the blood as it flowed out of his wound. I broke free just to be caught by a group of people.

They strapped me to a gurney, making sure my hands and feet were bound. I screamed for the bystanders to help, but they stood by and prayed. Why won't they help me?! They won't help me! Fear could be seen in my eyes, many questions forming in my head; what are they going to do to me? Why is this happening?

They brought me into a white room, surgical equipment of various sizes. The doctor pulled up my shirt, showing my stomach and my breasts. I looked up to see something moving in my stomach. I screamed out loud hoping someone would come and help. Nobody did.

The doctor picked up a scalpel and stuck it into my belly. As I screamed in pain, he cut across my stomach, blood pouring out of the incision. Then, with his gloved hands, he pulled out a baby. No, not a baby, a monster; it looked as though it were decaying, but still alive. Its flesh was falling off, revealing a bluish-greenish skin. I almost threw up.

"What is it?" I managed to ask.

"It's a girl," the doctor replied, a smile on his face as he looked at the hideous creature that had caused me so much pain.

"No," I said. "What is it?"

He just looked at me, not knowing what to do with me. "Kill her," he finally said to his assistant.

I screamed! I didn't want to die. When the doctor left, his assistant came up to me, a syringe in his hand. "This won't hurt a bit."

He grabbed my arm, getting ready to put the needle in. I worked my right leg free, kicking him in the jaw. he fell to the floor unconscious. I worked my other limbs free. I got up and started for the door.

When I got out, my parents were in the hallway talking to the doctor, telling them about the creature. He started to walk away towards the room with the thing from Hell. I closed the door, feeling the pain where the doctor had stitched me up.

The guy I had knocked out recently was starting to regain consciousness. I grabbed a scalpel and plunged it through his temple. His body started to shake, then going limp as he died. I opened the door, screaming as I ran toward my parents. I jumped onto my father, stabbing him repeatedly in the neck and eyes. I turned towards my mother who was shrinking into a corner.

I Walked up to her, leaning down on top of her. "You should have helped me, then you would still be alive." I slit her throat, her blood spraying my face. I started to laugh demonically. I was enjoying myself.

I walked down the hall, chaos erupting everywhere I went. When I finally got to the room where the creature was being held, I opened the door. The doctor was in there, about to kill the thing.

"NO!" I shouted. "That's my kill!" I plunged the scalpel into his eyes, screams of pain erupting from his mouth. "Shut up!" I screamed as I slashed the scalpel across his throat. Only a gurgling sound could be heard.

I walked up to the child, the spawn of Satan staring back at me. Its beautiful green eyes staring at me. "Hello, my child." It started to laugh. "Let us go home."

The walls started to collapse, showing a gate to Hell. The father of my child was holding out his hand, waiting for my return. "I have waited, " he said. I grabbed his hand, forever to be in the Underworld the Devil and our child.