Between the Lines

Deep in the darkest alleyways of this world, demons prowl the night. Mundanes may not be able to see them because of the glamour, but i can. I can see them, and I can fight them.
I am a shadow hunter.

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2. Rise and Shine

    It all began with a typical Monday morning. The sun was just visible over the horizon, the sky an array of bubble gum pinks and sunflower yellows. My alarm clock was screeching its usual mantra of chimes, to my irritation. I clumsily search my bed side table for the battery-operated piece of plastic with my right hand, knocking over a glass of water in my wake. Cursing under my breath, I abruptly sit up and slam a fist down onto the snooze button, perhaps a bit too hard. Footsteps sound down the hall as my mother makes her rounds to wake my other, younger, siblings. "Seven o'clock, time to get up!" She incessantly chants. 

    A moan escapes my lips and I stand up, reaching my full height of five feet three inches. My foot lands on something sharp, and it penetrates my skin. Releasing a scream of pain, I hop backwards, lifting up my now bleeding extremity. Glass shards litter the floor, remains of the glass I had broken just moments ago. I sit down on my bed, and pull my leg up so I can see my foot. My lips draw in a tight line as my cheeks puff out, my eyes squeezing shut. I swiftly pull the piece of glass from my calloused skin. I chuck the bloodied glass into my trashcan on the opposite side of the room, with uncanny precision. 

    The opposite side of the bed brings me safely away from the perilous glass. As I make my way out of my room and towards the bathroom, I keep my foot lightly off the ground like a wounded puppy. Amelia, my older sister, rushes past me and into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind he a millisecond before I gain entry. "Amelia!" I yell.

    There's a high-pitched laugh from the other side of the door. "The early bird gets the worm, sister!" 

    "Early bird? I'm surprised you're awake this early after that party you snuck out to last night!" I bellow back in response.    

    The laughing is cut off short. "You know about that?"

    A devious smile crawls across my lips. "I do. And I intend on yelling it louder unless you let me into the bathroom."

    The door swings open. "You get twenty seconds." She says through gritted teeth. 

    Striding into the bathroom, I open the medicine cabinet and grab a bandage and Neosporin. Still keeping my foot of the ground, I begin to peel the wax paper off the bandage when Amelia shoves me out of the room and against the banister. "Twenty!" With that, she slams the door. 

    "That's odd." I say to no one in particular. "I'm quite certain that was only seventeen seconds." With a shrug, I apply the Neosporin and stick on the bandage, then head downstairs. The smell of freshly made pancakes wafts through the air, making my mouth water. "Smells good, mom!" 

    "Good, because it's the last meal you'll have as a normal fifteen year old again." She replies in a low, monotone voice. 

    I knit my eyebrows together. "What?" 

    A sunny smile plasters itself across my moms face. "I said I hope you aren't lying dear." 

    "Riigghhtt." I say grabbing a plate and piling it high with buttermilk pancakes and thick, consistent syrup. "Mm mm."  

    I wouldn't say I am a pig, merely just a fast eater. Least to say, my breakfast was devoured at a notably quick pace. I toss my dirty dish ware into the sink, then head back upstairs to get dressed. When I enter my room, I see the glass shards are no longer on the floor, but rather pieced back together on my bed side table. I massage my right temple and turn towards my closet. Plastered on the door in a black, bubbling, substance is a message: YOU'RE NEXT SHADOW HUNTER. 

    I stumble back and slip, landing on my plush, furry throw rug. "Shadow hunter?" The two words come out barely audible. I blink, just a mere close of my eyes for the briefest of seconds, and the message is gone. 

    "You're going to be late!" A voice calls from downstairs. 

    I unsteadily rise to my feet, pull on dark skinny jeans and a skillet t-shirt, and race down the stairs. I slide on my leather jacket and grab my backpack, then race out the door to flag down the bus.

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