Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Little Girl

The creature managed to hold my hand, feeling as cold as ice as it held it.

"Go!" my yelling.

It felt tighter and tighter the grasp of the creature, until it felt pain in my wrist.

"Mother." I tried to wake him up again.

"Haha haha." The laughter of the creature was clearly heard.

With my eyes closed I don't know, mom and dad can hear me or not. But they didn't respond to my screams at all.

"Go!" shouts back.

"Ha ha ha, they'll never hear what you say. I made your voice heard by no one in this building" he said in a loud voice.

I let out a hurried breath since the creature's arrival.

"What do you want?" my many.

The tighter my hand was held. The pain was so painful that I felt, as if my hand wanted to be broken when I grabbed it.

"I like your aura emanating. I want to have it, so that everyone will obey me" he said

I ventured to try to open my eyes, slowly but hesitantly attacked me again. I was afraid that thing was right in front of my eyes.

I decided to close my eyes tightly. But the ghost laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, you have the greatness of being a loser" said the demon.

"Hahaha, I'm not a loser like you. You're just flirting when we're weak, you loser!" I said with a ketus.

But my words made the ghost even more angry. My hands are getting tighter in my hands and my face is currently feeling grabbed as well.

A large, cold and rough hand stroked my face. The hand twists, starts the right cheek, then goes to the chin, continues the left cheek and currently stops right in the middle of my forehead.

The rough hand felt like it was pressing on my forehead.

"What are you doing! You loser creature!" my hardik.

But it seemed as if my words were making him even more furious, the hand was pressed down as if trying to pierce my forehead. Right now it hurts my forehead.

"Stop!" I heard a scream from outside this room.

The rough hand was no longer holding my forehead, but the grip was still felt but was getting weaker. At that moment, I ventured to open my eyes.

It looks like a little girl, maybe my age, but she looks sadistic on her face.

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"Hahaha, the child who has the same ability. Auspicious night for me, a delicious meal for me" the creature said in a loud voice.

"Based on weak creatures! How dare you disturb a helpless human being. Go!" snapping at the girl.

The creature quickly darted towards the girl, with a hand in a position like it was about to choke her.

"Revelation!" my yelling.

However it seemed, this girl's instinct was very strong. So that when the creature will touch him, he can dodge.

I saw the girl smiling cynically at the creature as she managed to dodge its attack.

"Sial*an, cunning man!" hardik the creature.

"Maha." The little girl just laughed.

After that he kept silent and stared at the creature intently. There was no fear on the girl's face, but the creature looked scary to me.

"You must die!" said the creature.

The girl opened her eyes wider.

"You're the one who died!" reply the girl.

Again the creature quickly darted back, but at this time the girl did not try to dodge it. The creature's hand managed to hold her neck, but the girl just laughed out loud.

"Weak!" exclaim that girl.

It was seen that the more tightly the creature's hands gripped, so that the girl's voice sounded stifled. Suddenly, quickly the creature was carried away by a creature that was no less tall and large.

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The girl, again smiled cynically towards the two monstrous creatures.

"Stop him" said the little girl.

And I saw the wide-mouthed creature nodding, as it darted away quickly carrying the creature that tried to attack me away, until it was not seen again.

The girl was still standing and was fixated on staring at the departure of the two creatures, after which she turned to look at me.

She smiled, but was as happy as she saw me looking sweet, beautiful and friendly. His facial expression was different from before when he saw them.

The girl, walked over. Not forgetting he closed the door that the creature had opened.

"Hello." Her speech.

His soft words do not reflect him as evil.

"Hello, thank you, yes" I said.

"Yes, are you okay? Did anyone get sick from that thing?" ask her.

"Yes, my hand" I said, revealing my hand to him.

He flicked my long sleeve, looking bruised on my wrist at the moment. He slowly stroked my hand gently, the hand that was originally in pain at this moment had already lost that pain. But the bruise was still there, he took off my hand.

"You ..." I said hanging.

He looked at me, then smiled back.

"Yupz .. we are the same," he replied.

"Oh, yes. My name is Keyla, who are you?" my many.

"I'm Stevia, just call me pia. What are you sick with?" ask her.

I was silent for a moment before answering. She tried to hold my hand again, she closed her eyes and opened them again.

"You're in an accident?" ask him to make sure.

"Yes" I replied.

I knew he had the same ability, so he was able to see the flashbacks of my story.

Perhaps my father and mother were able to hear him now, so they got out of bed.

"Eh, there's a night-time guest. Sorry we don't know" said the mother, shaking hands.

After that, the father smiled at Stevia, shaking hands.

"It's okay Auntie, Om," said Stevia.

"What's up, Dek?" ask dad.

I looked at Stevia and she was the other way around.

"Anu Om, I just happened to walk around the wind again and I saw the door open, so I helped close it. It just so happened that Keyla wasn't sleeping either, so I walked over to her" Stevia said.

I smiled back when I heard Stevia give me an excuse, maybe that's the way she didn't want to worry my parents.

"Yes, Dad, Mom. Get to know him Pia." I introduced Stevia to my parents.

"Greetings yes, Pia. Do you have a sick family?" ask mother.

"Yes, Aunt. My grandmother was sick, I happened to come to see her today. Keyla, still at school?" ask Stevia.

Their mother and father were staring at me at the same time.

"Still, he is currently third grade Junior High. But because of this calamity so that he cannot go to school yet" said the father.

"What class are you in?" ask mother.

"Just like Keyla, Auntie," Stevia replied.

Stevia is seen glancing at the wall clock attached. I followed him, the new clock showed at 23:45 WIB.

"Om, Auntie, Keyla, I'll say yes. Fearfully my Father and Mother will look for my whereabouts," said Stevia, shaking hands with us in turn.

"Tomorrow here again, yes. That's also if you want and have not come home," I said.

Stevia smiles.

"Okay ready, take good care of yourself, yeah. Don't forget to pray" he said as he walked towards the door.

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