The Journal of Ana, Natalie and Nathaniel Thompson

She did not ask for the twins. They did not ask for her.
First, they wilt together and the demons prosper.
Second, they dispose of her.
Once palmed off to their aunt, they grow. They become stronger. Minds entwined, like fingers and hands.
And soon their screaming of god and death and the devil break their aunt.

She calls the priest.



the priest was standing over me, chanting. he was speaking words only the man understood, and the man hated it. he wanted to break free, he wanted to burn everything to the ground. my body was broken and twisted, my blood stained the walls. he had been trying to kill me, but slowly. 

"i'm gonna kill you all, and bury you in your own filth, you stupid fucking priests. god doesn't love you, he doesn't love anyone." he spat, trying to wrench free from the leather holding me down. the bed i was held to creaked and protested, threatening to crack. 

the priest carried on his chanting, and the man carried on the insulting. i retreated inwardly, and let the man do is work. i was tired. i just wanted to die. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...