The demons cry by Isis Arguello (best book club books for discussion .txt) 📖

It was cold, very cold; to the point that of being freezing cold.
But it was also very dark.

As black like a void hidden deep in nothing. How I got here, I do not recall.
Except for some things here and there. I do remember the red, the red of flowing blood.

Spilling onto the cold ground.

The shrill screams and moans of pain; much worst then those that one would hear from stories of hell. I vaguely remember the smell of smoke, making me churn with this disgust and………hate?
But why?

What happened……

To me?

It was another normal night for me. I sat at my bed, knees folded over my chest, my arms hugging them. I hate my existence and everything around me.
My parents died when I was little in an accident. No relatives wanted me, so I was sent to an orphanage.

Cape of life orphanage, or as I call it: hells home.

The headmaster is a cold and heartless basterd. When I arrived here, he looked like a frail and kind old man. What, with his looks anyone would think that. Grey hair, kind looking green eyes, those age wrinkles. The first day I arrived here, I learned his name was Ferlic Rex.

Then the devil came around on the second day and that's when I learned what hell truly was.

It has been five years since then, and I’m currently ten years old. I have chestnut colored hair and silver eyes, I’m pretty scrawny and pail. Some say Im short for my age, but Im not; their just really tall. To all the other kids, both younger and older, I’m known as Silen.

Which is short for silence, since I don’t speak with the others unless necessarily. Yet again when I tried to speak with them, they would insult me.

Monster.

Devils spawn.

Thing.

The list goes on and on, never ending. But my name is Lucifer heaven; which is quite funny, since the devils name shouldn’t go with heaven. As i said I’m sitting on my bed, hugging my knees into my chest. I’m watching the night sky from the small window beside my bed.

It’s the only comfort in my miserable life. The stars twinkling innocently in the jet black sky, the small friends of the great full white moon. I sometimes wish I was part of it.

But soon the silence is broken by heavy footsteps, one that I recognize quickly. So I quickly lie down and pull the sheets over my head, pretending to be asleep. I only expected him to check if we were asleep; like he does all the other nights.

But Ferlic had other plans.

“Okay! You little pests, get your asses up. Now!” Ferlic commanded. All of us listened, not wanting to face the harsh punishments that he dealt. I in fact, was still recovering from one of his latest beatening's. Because for some reason Im everyone’s punching bag, but voicing this out loud gets me more beatings.

I actually believe I have at least three broken ribs and a lot of black bruises, and maybe a concussion.
“ listen up you rats, ten of you will be moved tonight and one of you are going to be coming with me tomorrow,” Ferlic stopped for a breath and I started to panic, “ if I call you, go downstairs and out of my sight.” At this everyone froze, including I, as his eyes burned into our very souls.

But then I silently sighed, I wouldn’t be pick to go with him tomorrow. I’m too much of his precious punching bag for that. But hey a, a brit can dream, no.

The headmaster started calling out the names of the ones to move. In the end the room I shared with the others was empty and I was the only one left. After they all left, I stood still in the center, numb and unfeeling.

I felt as the silence and darkness was engulfing me, suffocating me, taking me in to the depths of hells fiery shadows. So with a heavy heart, I trudged to my bed; pulling the now itchy cover's over my head, as if to escape this nightmare. I felt empty, yet tears were pouring down my checks like waterfalls; Wetting my pillow, with the salty water making it into an ocean.

I laid there for a while, and soon I fell asleep.

Tap, tap…..
Tap, tap, tap…….
Tap, tap, tap, tap………BANG.

I jumped up startled.

My heart pounding and racing, it’s beating echoing through my ears and into my head. Blood rushing into my head, making me dizzy for a moment and causing my eyesight to blur and see floating stars. I looked around and saw nothing. Everything was dark, but it was too dark.

I wondered where I was, I remembered being in my bed. Trying to sleep, but I was feeling numb. Suddenly my nose twitched and some strange smell filled it.

It smelled awful, it’s hard to describe. Like a spicy smoke, a carton of rotten eggs and a hospital smell; all combined togther. Slowly my senses come back to me and I slowly realize that I was some how drugged; which stunned me, for I remember falling asleep when the others were taken.

Seconds tick by slowly and I don’t hear anything, but my own unsteady breathing. Slowly, almost painfully, I open my eyes; afraid to be blinded by the light. But I was more afraid of what I would see.

But when I opened my eyes, I was surprised by what I saw. For a second I thought I had gone blind or perhaps it was worst, I had died and passed on.

Everything was so……so white!

The ceiling…
The walls, the floor……
The bed, table, the sheets……

Everything was absolutely white, whiter than snow.

A little would have been ok, but this……this was insane! So I threw off the covers. And bloody hell! Even my clothes were changed. And guess what? They were bloody white as well. I tried to calm down and after a few minutes, I did.

Looking around, I noticed there was barley anything. The bed were I woke up, a small night stand with a small white lamp, and at the corner of the room a desk. So, with a defeated sigh I threw myself on the bed. Watching the plain ceiling wasn’t fun and soon my mind started to wonder; going back to my early childhood memories.

Remembering my mom’s gentle smile, her straight chestnut hair flowing in the air. She was wearing a turquoise blue dress. Beside her, was my father. He had dark brown hair and wore a fatherly smile.
I remember him wearing a dress shirt and black dress pants. That day was the day we were having a picnic. It was both the best and worst day of my life. The golden sun was warm that day and there were no clouds in the blue sky.

The grass dancing with the wind as it blew through it. Twisting and turning through the tree branches, tousling our hair. We were smiling and laughing while we ate. When we finished, we were going home. That’s when everything got ugly for us…..for me.

It had suddenly started to rain; Lightening striking innocent objects and perhaps beings. The once bright sky and sun, turned dark and grey; ominous clouds blocking the rays of happiness. That hadn’t stopped them from going to the car.

But there, waiting for them like predators, were two men. I don’t remember their face, just the black gun they pulled out. The click and bang of the gun, and my parents brief screams. From there everything went blank. I couldn’t recall anything else, like if someone had put white out on the rest of my memories.

I only remember from when I was four and a half, till now. This leaves a year and a half of blank memories. But why? I tried remembering, but this caused my head to hurt and I started feeling dizzy.

Click!

I suddenly heard the door open. This is strange, because I hadn’t seen the door. In came two man wearing white lab coats, white gloves and white sergeant mask. I watched them with wary eyes; then came in a young woman, maybe in her early twenties, a curly red head. Her cold black eyes glared at me.

“Boys, Drug him and bring him to the ‘room’.” She commanded.

My eyes widen, this ‘room’ didn’t sound good. Especially when her lips twisted evilly, when she said it. I scrambled off the bed, ready to bolt. The two men stalked toward me, cautious to my movements. I ran to the farthest corner, keeping in mind of an escape plan so I wouldn’t be trapped.

From the corner of my eye, I saw one of them reach into his coat. I forgot about the second one and was going to attack the one that moved. When I felt something sharp hit me in the back.

“Crap!” was all I got to say as I dropped to the floor. My limbs felt like lead and they were a bit numb. I could see, although it was a bit blurry. I knew the two men had