Devilish Spirits

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Justin sat alone in front of the mirror. Every light in his house was off except for the one in his bedroom. He stared at himself, taking in his sickly pale skin and his and his messy black hair. He wondered what had happened to all the color he used to have. He missed having a normal life. He missed sleeping and talking with his friends now he was alone.

After a while Justin's mother came into his room. She didn't say anything at first, just stared at her son. She didn't say anything at first, just stared at her son. She could see that he wasn't okay.

" Justin," she said quietly, "honey, you need to go to sleep."

" I can't," Justin replied, " if I go to sleep they'll come for me again."

" Who will, sweetie," She was afraid to hear the answer, but she pushed her fear aside and knelt next to her son and gently rubbed his back like she had when he was a little boy.

" The spirits. They come and try to kill me when I sleep. They say that I'm the devil and I need to die," he said, his voice weak.

His mother pulled him into and embrace. She didn't know what to say. He pulled away and stared her in the eyes. She was devastated when she saw that they weren't filled with life. what once were eyes filled with happiness, were now empty. She held back tears as she stared at her son's empt expression. This wasn't her son anymore, just a shell of nothingness. As she looked at Justin she realized that he had begun to cry. She pulled him tack into a tight hug and began to cry herself. 

" It will all be okay," se whispered. She didn't believe it, but he needed something. The Justin she knew was gone now and whoever was in her arms now was a stranger to her. A stranger she was scared to get to know.