The Devil and God are raging inside me [1]part one[1] Beginings.

"Figures. I'm a woman. Over emotional mightI add, and I can certainly decide for myself."
"Men the better sex though?I'm a man and I'm still not so sure of that. Whatever happened to the suffragette vibe your constantly emitting?"
"What? Yeah, well, i was deceived. Women are overemotional, somewhat over-contemplative, needy-"
"Are you still talking about yourself or are you referring-?"
"Yes. Let me finish."
"Calm down Anna, you've been out of it lately, this is the most I’ve heard from you in weeks, which is pretty pathetic seeing as I drive you to school every day." He turned into my driveway and pulled out the keys. "You don't sound worked up but your words are killing me."
I blinked and turned away from him. "God damnit." I said hitting my head on the dashboard and curling into myself. Ifell into the seat again tilting my head back, and let out a deep breath. "Don't come."
"What? Who is going to drive you?" He pulled back slightly, almost shocked at the request.
"Not that." I looked at him. "My father's promotion party. Don't come."
"I'm invited?"
I nodded and proceeded to opening the door.
"Hold up wait a minute, Anna, what are you going todo then?" He hopped out of the driver’s seat and followed me up to the front door. I stopped at the door, leaning up against the brown wood. "You really are going to sit around and do nothing that entire night?"
I closed my eyes and scrunched up my face.
"Yeah." I frowned.
He responded with a gulp and a confused but concerned look plastered on his face.
"You're invited, but if you come, I'm going to get sucked into staying downstairs and my parents still don't know that Mike from the office asked me out, and that the brunette bimbo copied my father’s files. Not to mention the rest of the office would rather be with my parents than with their own spouses. You know them, perfect marriage of two rather good looking people." I frowned. Emphasizing the last part.
"Then you want to come over to my place that night?"
"And let my mother get drunk with dads co workers alone?"
He sighed, a look of defeat on his face.
"Wehaven't talked in a while, and you're..." His eyebrows furrowed as he searched for a word. "Never mind. I'll pick up Monday. Ciao." He turned away as I opened the door.
I threw my book bag on the ground beside the door, and made my way up the stairs.
As I walked past the second floor bathroom, the rushing water stopped and the door swung open.
"ANNA,” my mother pulled me into a wet hug, she was still in a towel from taking a the shower.
"Mom?"
"Sorry..."She pulled back. "I have bad news..."
I sighed. "Oh god, tell me later." I began to walk away.
"Honey this is important."
"What is it?" Iturned around.
"Your doctor called today."
"Yes?"
"He said, he says you have Parasomnia."
"I'm not in the mood for this right now mom. Please?"
"No,” She walked after me. "It explains the nightmares, and the movement, and he said we should go see him for-"
"I'm not going to take anymore medication."I nearly cried. "Just get dressed. I'm not talking about this mom."I stormed down the hall and turned right into my room, slamming the door, and falling into my bed.
"Parasomnia. What the fuck." I squinted my eyes. I was tired. "Parasomnia." I opened my eyes again before leaning over the edge of my bed and reached for a small composition book. I pulled the decorated booklet out from under the bed and swung myself back up into a comfortable position at the head of my bed. I slid the clip pen out from between the pages and turned to the last open page. "Par-a-somnia." I wrote it down and stared blankly at the page for a minute. "Is a bitch." I slammed the book closed and slid it under my pillow.
Yeah i was different lately. I wasn't obnoxious and loud like i was last year, but that was a plus in my eyes. I had lost some weight, hell that was also a plus for my size nine gut verses my sizeseven butt and hips. I lost all my back fat in attempt to look nice in my homecoming dress, a homecoming which Vin had taken me to, and my arms were stronger.Those were pluses. I may not talk a lot anymore, but there isn't anything to talk about. Not unless we were to go on about my parents secret problems, my dying turtle Lando, and my best friends whose eternal mission in life was to have a fantastic interesting, scene, new hip, lifestyle, even if it involved them getting hurt. It didn't matter why I was being the way i was. It was better. Matt was just...being needy.
I closed my eyes again and fell pulled over a pillow to hug. There is nothing to worry about. I'm just a little screwed up, that’s all. Come to think of it I didn't know what the hell parasomnia really was...
I looked down at my alram clock on the far side of my bed lying where it had been knocked over this morning. "Shit. I have to take out the trash tonight or my mother will murder me." I hopped back up and shuffled down the steps. I made my rounds circling the house for the filled trash bins and then tossing a few on my arms and one I held up and over my shoulder. I prefered to look like a trash yeti rather than make two trips. It was a personal preference.
I pryed open the front door with my elbow before walking out into the street. It was already sundown and a light pinkish orange was the only light color that was still painted in the sky. The rest of the world above my head was dark blue. I headed down thedriveway and began to cross the street. Two houses down and a left and I could head back to my warm well lit excuse for a room.
A low growl came out of nowhere. I spun in a circle in the center of the road. What the hell, I thought.
I took another step only to be greeted by a loud viscious growl coming from teh gut of a largerotweiler from across the street.
"Manny..." I called softly. Mr. Fletcher would never let Manny out, yet somehow... he was barring his yellow striped teeth in my direction. The dog began to charge. I dropped all seven of the trash bags and sprinted back to my yard. I couldn't close the door in time and in a panic I ran straight back to the shed the seemingly rabid beaststriding shortly behind me. I couldn't out runa dog. I wasn't that stupid. Clearly htis thing wanted my flesh. I ran behind the shed seeing itw as locked and grabbed ahold of the closet thing to me. A miniature shovel. The dog rushed at me snapping fro my limbs and closed his jaws on the edge of my Slippers. I almost fainted knowing that could of been my foot with it. I swung.
I didn't know what to do other than scream and I was already doing that. So I swung. And in one swing I knocked the beat flat out. But I hit it again. And again. Crying. Wondering why no one had looked outside or called for help.
I backed up.
I just killed my neighbors dog.