There in front of me stood Todd and parked at the curb was his white windowless van.  It was still settling at the curb, ticking and groaning from the laborious drive to my house.  Before my parents could see the middle-aged balding fat man at our door that had come to our house looking for me, their teenage daughter, I stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind me.  The green coup was still revving its engine but was suspended in mid-air by someone just out of my view. Todd was panting, I did not know if it was from the run to my door from the curb or if he was in fear that the green demon driven car was trying to crush us under its weight.  Looking past Todd, I tried to see who was driving the green demon car but my view through the windshield was blocked by all of the fiery smoke that had been bellowing around on the interior of the car.  Todd continued to quickly check behind him as it seemed he was not sure if the demon car was going to b

My heart was sinking deep down into my stomach as I paced closer to the car accident that involved Scotty and Jennifer.  Smoke whisked into the air, dancing away until it disappeared.  My eyes had yet to lock onto the other car, but I was certain there was actually another vehicle involved in this crash.  Cars do not just implode in the middle of the road for no reason, especially considering the amount of damage.  It looked as if Scotty had driven directly into a brick wall at one hundred miles per hour. Over the noise of the hissing and popping of the crashed car, I could hear Todd’s jalopy squeaking and bouncing up behind me.  That thing certainly needed some tender loving care, especially on the suspension components.  I was not prepared for what I could potentially see, but they needed help and I was not about to turn around

Thinking quickly on my feet was one of my strong suits.  I had the ability to problem solve almost anything in a matter of minutes, unlike most humans that took days or weeks to work out the details.  That being said, I was a touch slow in this situation, battling a demon and being a little slow did not mix well for me.  Sarah needed to be captured alive but was it worth the risk of getting fireballed by her again? Jackson had indeed provided the much-needed distraction for me, this prompted me to rush in and try to get a hold of demon Sarah.  Unfortunately for me, she was able to sense my oncoming attack and turned back to me just before I arrived at her body with the ferociousness of a pouncing tiger.  She quickly strafed to the side, and I flew right past her.  I skidded across the asphalt, tearing up my elbows and knees.  I was definitely going to have some scars. Jennifer and Jackson looked on as Sarah worked up a huge fireball

It had already been a long day and it was not even noon yet.  We had suffered a loss of life and that burden fell on me.  The longer I sat on my bed with nothing to distract me from my real-world problems, the more apparent that loss of life became my doing.  Maybe if I had not zapped Sarah Macly when we were down in hell rescuing my little brother, maybe if I had asked a question to Nurse Helen before just blindly following her execution order.  Maybe if I were just a good person, that would have solved this problem. Jennifer had lost her first ever true boyfriend.  Scotty Geraldy had been killed because Sarah Macly sought revenge on me for causing her to remain in hell leading to her massacre.  If there was some other way, something that could have solved our problems without singling out Sarah, this could all be avoided. 

After the horrible nightmare that ate at my heart as I slept, scaring the living daylights out of me, I was able to sleep soundly for the first time in a very long time.  Jackson remained at my side, sleeping, and never moved an inch.  During my much-needed sleep, I could literally feel my body recharge from the draining lack of sleep.Sarah Macly was still in my closet, where she would stay until I deemed otherwise.  No one ever went into my closet, not even me.  If I needed clothes, I picked it up off the floor, gave it a smell, and put it on regardless of how it smelled or not.  She would remain in the closet under the clothing until I could determine a way to keep her from attacking us non-stop.  I checked my phone and noticed I had two missed calls, one from Mrs. Tannell and one from Nurse Helen.  If it was just one or the other, I would have felt pretty nervous about it but having both of them call, that made it seem like