Emily and the Witches Curse

     Emily was sick.
     Within the past couple of hours she had gone from having a light headache, to feeling nauseated, to vomiting profusely. Her parents knew it was time to help move her from the living room couch to her bed. Emily's father managed to keep a bucket with him just in case Emily had anymore accidents.
     "Mommy... Mommy, it hurts!" Emily moaned.
     "Shhh, just fight it, hun." Mom replied.
     "Just like Mommy had to yesterday"

     Emily began to scream and thrash around violently in bed. Her wail sounded like the agony a hundred souls being tortured at once. Father tried restraining and calming her, but found himself being thrown to the hard wood floor by tremendous strength. The kind of strength an eleven year old girl shouldn't have.
     "Please Emily, you have to fight the witches curse!" pleaded Father.
     Emily sat up still in bed and gazed at her dad with eye's that had now been completely blacked out and shrieked, "Fight it!? Fight it!? I'll give you a fight, f****r!" and with only one hand she sent the nightstand flying across her bedroom, knocking out Father.
     Emily was no longer with us. The Witch that possessed her crawled out of bed on all fours over to Father. After a few shoves to make sure he was unconscious she began to unhinge her jaw, but was sorely interrupted by a loud click.
     It was mom.
     Holding a shotgun to what was physically her daughter's head.
     "Get the f**k out of her!" Mom screamed.
     "Geet tha fook outta her!" The Witch mocked back.
     "I don't care how many of you were burned alive on this land, You can't have me, and you can't have my f*****g daughter!" Mom kept her finger steady on the trigger but still hesitated.
     The Witch giggled a bratty giggle that sent hatred down Mom's gut.
     "Emily is our daughter now..."

     Emily failed to fight of possession as her mother had the night before. Now she suffered from the Witches curse. Mom was in a bind, she didn't know whether to let her daughter live as a monster or pull the trigger. Maybe Emily could still be saved?
    Just as that thought crossed Mom's mind the Witch made a bolt for the door. Mom, scared, excitedly pulled the trigger and sprayed her daughters brains all over her own bedroom.

Reviews

[writtenjoe]

This short read had me hooked on every word. A very exciting story and one that should be pushed further.
I would definitely like to read more of this twisted tale.

[Indestructible Books]

Thanks! I thought about extending this one, or maybe just writing another.
- Skye