Broken Dimensions

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## One

I never believed that demons existed.

Turns out, I'm wrong.

Be me, a thirteen year old girl who only believes in what she knows is true and has science to back her up. A girl whose best friend would die for a chance to travel into a fantasy world. A girl who just had everything she had ever known crumbled in an instant and is now questioning reality.

A scratching sound pierced through my slumber, I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes. I reached over, trying to find my glasses on the desk beside my bed.

"What is it, Pluto?" I groaned into the darkness, trying to find the black cat. *What is he doing at this hour?* I was tired, annoyed, and definitely did not want to deal with him.

From the absence of light in the room I figured it was somewhere around midnight. A flicker of red caught my attention, it sputtered and went out as if it was an ember before another one appeared in its place. At first I thought it was just my vision messing with me but as the sparks grew brighter they started to form the outline of a circle. I backed towards the wall, my mind racing to find a logical explanation.

*It could just be a fire starting.* One side suggested, but the other argued back.

*Than explain the circle! Ordinary flames can't do that! Besides, they're still only sparks, it's not like-* My thoughts were interrupted by a screeching noise, drawing my attention back to the circle.

It was different now, I could *see* into it. Flames leapt up from inside it, licking at the edges of my floorboards, and past them was a figure. I couldn't make out its features at first, but while it rose from the hole I spotted two horns that curved back. As it got out the hole closed up behind it, leaving us shrouded in darkness once more.

I stood there in stunned silence, I could just make out its silhouette as the figure started to wobble. It stumbled towards me and collapsed, dropping like a falling stone. On instinct I raced to catch it, knowing I couldn't carry its weight by myself. It pulled me down with it, but I managed to soften its fall with my attempt.

I got out from under it and turned on the lights to my room, I looked back to where the thing was laying and what I saw changed my life.

...

I went back to bed that night terrified, I couldn't even bring myself to turn the lights off but I made sure to lock my door. As the sun flickered through the curtains I sat up, grabbing my glasses, and glanced over at the spot where that *thing* had laid the night before, but it was empty. I let out a sigh of relief and hopped out of my bed, opening the curtains to let the light shine in.

"It was just a dream." I told myself as I started to get changed.

"What was just a dream?" Someone asked, the voice coming from the other side of the room.

My head snapped to the side and my eyes locked with his smokey amber eyes, he had a grin plastered on his blood splattered face. His ruffled crimson hair shimmered softly, bathed in the sunlight as it filtered through the window. He had two black horns that curved back and wore a cloak that reflected the flames I had seen through the hole. An ancient looking key hung from a string around his neck, rust eating at the edges.

"You're real!" I stared in shock at the man who sat at the side of my bed.

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