Kiki's run slowed to a fast jog to a speed walk as soon as she grew out of breath. With a soft sigh, she took a wad of tissues out of her bag and wiped her vomit-encrusted mouth. If this wasn't enough to deter the teacher, nothing would. After all, projectile vomiting was often considered a side effect of being cursed or possessed, and knowing this town, they wouldn't want the demon transferring to anyone else.<br/><br/>As soon as she got home, she slammed the door shut, which made her mother jolt in her seat on the couch. "Honey..?" she called, just missing Kiki run up the stairs to her room. The caring mother almost got up, but she quickly remembered what happened the last time she tried that. Gently she put a hand to her upper chest, feeling the scars of.... something scratching her across her collar bone. It couldn't have been Kiki, but the idea of something else attacking was too much to comprehend.<br/><br/>Kiki collapsed onto her bed, sobbing into the pillow. Why did this demon hate her? Why did it deny her the simple need of interaction with others? Out of nowhere, she felt a chilling hand stroke the back of her head gently. A haunting voice answered her "<span style="font-style: italic">Shhhh, it's alright. You don't need anyone else but me. The world is cruel, so why go and see it?"</span>Kiki kept silent, trying to ignore the spirit, but he had a point. No one ever treated her well, expect the demon.