Enrique’s seat was in the middle of the classroom. Today, there was something different. On each side of Enrique’s desk were black chairs. The chairs were identical, each one with cushioned seats. The chairs looked like it belonged to royalty. Enrique walked around the chairs to sit onto his own. He laid his head on his desk and fell asleep almost instantly.
A loud bang woke Enrique up, it was his best friend. He stood above Enrique with a hand resting on his waist.
“Hey, did you sleep last night?” His friend poked at Enrique’s cheeks.
“Don’t do that, Matthew. I stayed up working on our project,” Enrique pushed Matthews hand away. “I bet you slept just fine.”
“I did,”
“I bet you want to punch him,” the deep voice was back. Enrique turned to the voice to see an older man on his right. His hair was slicked back with smaller pieces falling on his forehead. He had a goatee and his eyes shone in the light as if there was a fire in the middle of the night.
“I say you should do it!” The voice on the left belong to a woman who wore a long black dress that trailed past her feet. Her hair was pitch black and went down to her waist. Her eyes were as bright as a full moon.
What scared Enrique wasn’t the fact that these two strangers weren’t being acknowledged but the fact that they were right. He did want to punch Matthew; he was angry and he wanted to show Matthew how angry he really was.
Before Enrique could continue to speak, he lost all feeling in his own body. He lost all control. His body began to move on its own, throwing itself onto Matthew. Enrique watched his body continuously attack Matthew without stopping once.
Wait, Enrique looked down at himself and back at what is his body. That’s me but I’m here?
The woman giggled, “That’s Vincent, it’s like you switched bodies.”
“No, wait! Stop! Don’t hurt him!” Enrique yelled at the man possessing his body, but his friend was already bruised. His nose was bleeding and it had swelled up. A teacher had pulled off Enrique’s body off Matthew, immediately sending him to the principal’s office. Matthew kept his hands in front of his face to cover the injury.
Almost instantly, Enrique found himself in the principal’s office. He couldn’t recall the walk from the classroom to the office. His head began to hurt as if there were small needles being jabbed into his brain and he couldn’t get them out. They were stuck there, and the pain was never going to end.
“Enrique Dean!” A voice bellowed from the room.
Cautiously, Enrique entered slowly, “Yes sir?”
“Take a seat,” The principal gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
A seat in front of the desk was already taken. There sat Scott Dean, furious and disappointed.
Enrique took a seat beside his father and whispered to him, “What the hell did you do?”
Mr. Watson sighed, “Your son has nearly broken a student’s nose. For no reason.”
“It wasn’t me!” Enrique yelled, nearly jumping out of his chair.
“Then who else would it have been, Enrique? Your entire class saw you!” Scott spat.
“It was Vincent!”
“V-Vincent?”
Enrique spun around and pointed behind him. To Scott and Mr. Watson, nothing was there but a coat hanger. To Enrique, there stood Vincent and the woman, smiling at him.
The woman’s shrill voice laughed, “I’m so hungry! We’ll eat after this, right?”
“There’s no one there, Enrique,” Mr. Watson’s voice became angrier, “Mr. Dean, your son's sudden behavior is not acceptable. Is everything okay at home?”
“At home? Everything’s fine, I hope,” Scott reassured as he petted Enriques head.
“This has nothing to do with my family, Mr. Watson,” Enrique spoke as if he had no time left, “Everything is fine, I swear.”
The woman’s voice became louder as she spoke, “Come on, I’m so hungry! Let’s hurry this up, shall we?”
The woman controlling Enrique’s body threw a fit in the office, knocking down the chair they were sitting on. He threw Mr. Watson's family photos across the office. Papers scattered around the room and glass shards circled around them. The sounds became muffled in Enrique’s ears, he drowned out the yelling coming from the unnamed woman and Mr. Watson with his own thoughts. Enrique turned around, refusing to watch the chaos. In front of him, stood a little boy holding the same teddy bear he had received on his birthday. Enrique reached forward to the boy, but the boy ran, dropping the bear on the floor. Enrique’s eyes began to give out, before he could pick up the bear, everything went black.
When Enrique woke up, he had hoped it was a terrible dream. He was at home. He laid on his bed, one arm hanging off it and the other holding the bear he received the other day.
“It was a dream,” He told himself. “I didn’t hurt anyone, and I’m not suspended.”
“Even worse kid,” Enrique looked up and saw Vincent braiding the woman’s hair. “You’re expelled.”
“You two! What are you doing here? That was a dream, wasn’t it?” Enrique jumped out of his bed, yelling.
“Do we look like a dream?” The woman played with a ring that sat on her finger.
“Who are you and when will you leave?”
“Well, you know Vincent. I’m Lolita and let’s say we are like your guardian angels!” Lolita smiled at Enrique.
“Except we’re not exactly angels,” Vincent finished Lolita’s braid, and played with her hair.
Enrique slid down the side of his bed. His head started to hurt again. He needed a moment to think, a moment to understand everything, a moment to figure out what exactly was happening.
Okay, there are two strangers in your room, Enrique held his head in place. Only you can see them and they’re probably demons. I should call a priest.
“That won’t work, trust me,” Vincent sat down beside Enrique, putting an arm around the boy.
“How did you…”
“We’re already in your head, Enrique,”
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” Enrique’s voice got louder, angrier.
“Hey, calm down,” Vincent shushed Enrique as he petted his head to comfort him.
Vincent and Lolita spoke in unison, grinning, “Because we’re not going anywhere.”
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