Small peak: I gazed into the bare room, slowly taking in the dead emptiness. Gone were the bookshelves, the posters of boy bands Id never heard of, and the endless mountains of make up. Just the bed, a large mirror, and 4 crosses (one for each wall) remained. Two large window air conditioners quietly hummed, spewing a slightly musty odor, yet the temperature remained well above eighty degrees in the room anyway. On the bed was my once beautiful daughter. Her body lay contorted in a way I have trouble describing. Both arms appeared to be disjointed, one knee was bent totally backwards, while the other leg lay completely wrapped around her head. Most disturbing of all was the way her mouth hung open much too far than should have been possible, saliva continually dripping from the corners of her lips. Her fingernails were gone, having been torn off while trying to scrape off the wooden crosses from the wall. Wet matted hair lay stuck to her face and back. Urine, blood, and sweat soaked sheets covered the bed and sat unchanged as it had become too dangerous to be so near to her. My sweet little girl lay naked, bruised, scratched, and broken on that foul bed. We had to take her clothes away to prevent another suicide attempt, the last one utilizing a ripped up t shirt. Bethany wont visit her little sister anymore, swearing that Lou isnt in there anymore. Shes actually mad at me for stopping her from killing herself. I cant wrap my mind around that. She thinks that was Louisas last chance to be free. I cant give up on her. Wincing, I hear what has become normal, another bone cracking as Louisas knee bends back into place. Tears flowed from my eyes as I saw her head turn to me, her mouth closing, and her eyes focusing on mine. For a moment, I saw her, my sweet girl as she always was, happy and at peace. But, that was just for a moment. Her eyes quickly rolled back into her head and she began to softly chant. It was hard to make out most of it, as she mumbled in latin, but one phrase I recognized, I heard repeated over and over again. Louisa spoke the words, Ave Versus Christi. I only knew the meaning because Father Gregory had told me after a long session. It meant Hail Anti-Christ, and it scared the living hell out of me every time I heard it. I tried to gather myself at the door before I looked down the hall to my wife and other two children. The girls were petrified, white with fear. Conner looked on with a different expression, nearly smiling. He had even asked to come in and watch. I feared this had changed him more than anyone else. I watched as Father Gregory, Father Michael, and Sister Isabel walked carefully into the dark room. My mind and body didnt want to go through another one of these sessions, but my with all of my heart, I knew I would die fighting to save my little girl. I felt my right foot finally lift off the ground, and I made my way in. Glancing back at my family one more time, I entered, just as Conner winked at me, an eerie grin on his face. As I shut the door behind me and looked upon my little girl, my stomach lept into my throat as she looked at me, winked, and smiled. She let out a horrific mind numbing scream as her body straightened to form a stiff cross on the bed. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT PRIEST? she screamed. The walls shook so violently, I had to back into one to prevent myself from falling. The strap on her right hand snapped and she lunged quickly at me, bouncing quickly back to the bed before trying to gouge herself with her nubby fingers. She let out another throaty scream before closing her eyes and falling limp once again. Lets begin, Father Gregory said quietly, opening the Roman Ritual. Continued...
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