I was only 14 years old when I witnessed the tragic death of my first love. It was back on 12th July of 1992 and, we were getting back from a long summer break when we heard Edison had died from a fire. I was mentally devastated for the next six months, unable to remain focused in class. He was my neighbor and first love. By the time I was 15, I briefly dated a few other males from my school, none of which was successful. By the time I turned 21, I fell in love with a male from my university. We got married two years later and, we had our first child when I was 25 years old.
The baby girl was eerie from the moment the doctor gave her to be in my arms. Her eyes were large and blue despite both her parents having small fox eyes. Her hair was hazel blonde but, my husband I both had dark brown hair. Her skin was rather pale with no signs of blood. As she got older, the perturbing eerieness that was unexplainable continued to grow. It was hard to keep it into words because sometimes she would remember things that never occurred. Some nights, she would come into our room at began talking to me in a voice that sounded demonic.
I knew from that point on that something was deeply wrong with her. My husband never believed a word I said. He told me she was just mentally unwell and that we need to take her to the psychiatrist. Because they believed she was just suffering from delusions and gave her medication, they never found the truth of it all. I always knew there was something more to it, so I never gave her the pills she was meant to take. We never had another child after her because she struggled to keep up. For the past few nights, I keep on having dreams about Edison in my sleep.
"This is just plain ridiculous!!" my husband would yell every time I told him, "our daughter is clearly unwell and you, you're just making the situation worse!"
"But honey, I'm telling you the truth......"
"No more of this!!" he snarled at me before leaving the room, "Ashleigh has never been the same since then!"
For the next couple of weeks, Ashleigh began bringing up events from my own adolescence, the ones I never told her. Most of the events were that of me with my then-boyfriend, Edison. I felt intensely perturbed by her speech, knowing that I did not tell her any of my past relationships. She remained going to school but, her grades were falling behind each year. At night, sometimes I would hear her chanting out something in another language. Whenever I went to check on her, I would find her sleeping soundly. The doctors said she had ADHD, but I never believed them.
One night ago, I caught her looking at me with bloodshot eyes. I noticed there was a butcher's knife in her palm while my husband was standing fearfully in the distant lounge room. He had a baseball bat in one of his hands while the other handheld a crucifix. He was muttering out some form of prayer from his religious studies. He was gesticulating at our daughter to keep some distance from him. She continued to approach him slowly with the knife. It was on Ashleigh's 13th birthday.
"Honey........ what are you doing?!! I shrieked out in horror. "Why are you doing this to daddy?" I tried to sound as nonchalant and casual as possible, hiding my fears.
"You succumb to Satan!!" came the voice of a teenage boy, "I always adored and loved you! Yet after I died, you fell in love with Rodgers! He never loved you but used you!!" She sounded demonic and resentful, unlike her usual self.
"Edison?!!" I muttered under my breath in fear, "Edison, please understand that I've always loved you. Please, leave my daughter's body this time!"
"Hehe!!" came an aggressive voice from the same petite body, "you think you even had a daughter, to begin with?! I transformed into an infant and, it was me the entire time!"
I felt nauseous to the core. Edison had passed away so many years ago yet, he used his energy to reincarnate and transform into an infant that would one day come back to haunt me. Before I could react to anything else, he took out the butcher's knife and ferociously stabbed my husband to death. She was later taken into the orphanage and, I was deemed as "unfit" to raise my daughter. I was also sent to the mental institution for allegedly killing my husband. She is still on the run today and, knowing Edison's vengeful nature, he would be targeting someone else after me. He never came to save anyone but to destroy what I created without him.
I've been heavily medicated by the mental institution for psychosis. I heard that two of my adolescent boyfriends, who are now all married with children and wives, were stabbed to death by my "daughter". The outrageous excuse that the police had made was my daughter is mentally unwell just like her mother. She is now sent to a mental health facility for adolescents but, I knew this would not stagnate her ominous intentions. This morning, I heard that she had left the mental health facility without permission and on the run. Two more people had died while she was on the streets. The police is bemused by the extent such an adolescent can produce.
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