Sisters true love

My parents left to go find a doctor for my sick sister Lorin. The hospital said that they could not treat her because she had a sickness that was not treatable for the hospital to cure. The hospital suggested a psychologist of maybe even a priest. They already had seen a psychologist and he suggested she had split personalities. But I know that thing was not my sister in there. How can they expect a little six-year-old girl tied up to her bedpost to make her bed lift the four legs up in the air? Whatever was happening they considered her dangerous. Lorin looked like she was about to die. Her skin was cracked. She was so pale that she was a yellow color. She threw up green and black shit everywhere. Even though my parents did not want to admit it. I knew what was wrong with her. Lorin was possessed. So there I was alone in the house with just my sister upstairs in her room. When she sleeps its like she can’t get enough to breathe, like something is trying to make her suffocated. It calls herself the Devil, but if it were it would be able to break free from its straps and do anything it simply wanted to. Every time I come in her room it always is trying to get into my head and make me all upset. Like it said that my grandma was in the room with us. And I know very well it doesn’t know my grandma she is in heaven not hell. Its little stuff like that, that it tries to get me agitated. Finally I called our Priest from the Church we go to. I thought it would be helpful because Father knew my sister Lorin personally before she became this monster. Lorins voice was not even the same when she talked anymore. She sounded like old creepy man. The Priest decided an exorcism would be a risky chance but it was the only thing that would be able to work. When the Priest threw holy water upon Lorin, she screamed and hollered. It took 4 hours to get her to calm down and finally give up on my sister. But sure enough, it went into the Priest and the Priest went and stabbed himself with his own cross and died. Lorin sat there crying. I could tell by the look on her face she was back. I hugged her and kissed her and held her until mom and dad came home with some help. I felt like I saved my sisters life. Sometimes I do have a little regret about Father dieing, but everything happens for a reason they say. I love my sister and I would do everything in my power to save her from death.