Him

A twig snapping came from behind me. I flinched, hoping, wishing. Nothing. Maybe it was the curiousity that gave me the sliver of hope that I would get to meet him, get to know him.

The park is quiet, not a human soul, in sight. Even the crickets don't dare to make a sound. No bats flying over head. They are scared of something. Of what, I have no idea.

I check my watch under the street lamps bright light. I do not tempt myself to check my phone only to find that he played some cruel joke on a poor soul looking for someone, anyone that would show that they care.

I finally sigh and check my phone, my heart drops, no message. Maybe this is some sick joke, maybe he is some rude person, prowling on poor, desperate people. How can someone get humor out of something horrible.

I get up from the park table, take a step in the direction of my big lonely house. Another twig snaps, I look down, but the are no sticks within ten-feet of me. I look around again, this time one sapphire blue and one violet purple eye are looking at me from the trees.

My breath catches, my legs jello. My mind tells me to run, but my heart has hope that it is him. My mind yells at my heart that his eyes were brown when we talked in class. I turned to run, I tripped over my own feet. My head slammed onto the ground.

I heard a man yell for me to stop before I hit the concrete. In my vision I watched the world roll as I rolled onto my back. Those two colored eyes cur through the sky over me. In the silhouette, I saw horns and a long chin. My last thought was that I was going to die and nobody would care as my eyelids closed and claws came down towards my torso.

With not knowing how much time passed, when I woke though I was groggy, everything was fuzzy. From what I could tell, I was in a cave on a velvet red couch. I sat up slowly, remembering I had hit the cement how ever long ago. My head ached and my body felt sore. I grabbed my head and found a bandage placed over my left timple.

A soft click came from my right, when I looked over he was standing inches from me. I gasped and jumped back, "John, you scared me." I looked around, "Why are we here? Why were you late?" The thought struck me, the monster that found me. My pulse quickened, my mind started to freak out. "There... there was a monster at the park we were supposed to meet at. Where is he? Don't tell me he's here." I started to coware on the couch.

John flinched a little, "Here drink some water. You're dehydrated."

I took it, drank, feeling refreshed. "Do you happen to know how long I was unconcious?"

He shrugged, "Two, three hours tops." He placed his hands in his pockets, "Mikayla, there's something I need to tell you." He walked around the couch and sat with me. "That monster last night at the park, that was a demon." My eyes widened, he stuck out his hands and grasped my knees that curled toward my chest. "That demon needs your help. He can't keep living in the Hell he lives in now. He needs you to teach him how to be not like how he is."