TITLE: Demon At My Door
GENRE: YA UF
Life lines. Most people think of them as options game show contestants use to help them win a million dollars or some stupid s***. Me? I know different. I know the schoolyard crap about those little squiggly lines on your palm forecasting your life is actually real. They do, in fact, predict how long you’re going to live…or not. Believe me, I’ve done the research. Which brings me to the mess I’m in. Why the hell are mine disappearing?
Maybe it’s because of that sadistic, five-year-old soul-stealing bastard.
This is the fourth shrink I’ve been to this year. No way am I going to spill my guts about my newly discovered countdown clock of death. My chart’s filled with enough crazy.
To get my mind off the creepy issue rolling through my brain, I tear my eyes away from my palm and tuck it tightly under my opposite arm.
I gaze around the room, as I wait for the doctor to come in, and notice Dr. Fletcher’s family photos. They’re all smiling. What a crock! No family is that happy. Ever. Well, at least mine never is.
Maybe the last three quacks were right. Maybe I am a paranoid schizo. That’d explain why I constantly feel that, at any moment, my life can be taken away by the boy I’d promised my soul to eleven years ago.
Sounds stupid, I know, which is why people don’t believe me. Hell, I wish I could forget it, too. Pretend it was just a nightmare. But I can’t, not when it’s seared into my brain on a nightly basis. The little boy was so real. Still is. My palm sometimes tingles from when we shook hands to seal the deal.