Blake Johnson died on September 1st at exactly midnight. The doctors said it was the 'heart attack'.
Belinda Johnson hadn't completed the Bible.
When I woke up a few hours later in the same hospital where he died, I was arrested. Not for murder, which was the weightiest of my offences but for breaking and entering a psychiatric hospital and releasing a high profile patient. The memory of me being held in the questioning room at the police station was a blur, and I barely remembered any of the questions the hook-nosed lawyer my mom had hired had asked concerning the footage of me breaking into the ward.
They had fired my mom.
The lawyer had managed to get me off with only a major fine but that was only because he had everyone convinced that Blake's death was the cause of my trauma. However, I wasn't going through any trauma, just telling anyone that would listen the whole story.
"I killed
Halloween.I hated that holiday, in fact, I hated just about anything that involved scares or the likes, my life already contained enough nightmares as it was.I was a soulless monster.I inwardly cursed the holiday as I dragged little Frankie, my seven-year-old cousin, along. After walking around trick or treating with him for what seemed like over three hours now, I realized that I should have charged my mom more than the $100 she had hastily squeezed into my palm as a reward for babysitting Frankie.I could have been at the costume party Jenny and my friends, the other cheerleaders were throwing tonight but here I was looking stupid in the black, catgirl costume accompanied by a seven-year-old dressed as a fat, orange pumpkin."Ruby," I heard Frankie whine, snatching his arm out of my firm grip and gently rubbing the gloved arm with his other hand. "You're squeezing me."
*If only darkness was given chance to take full charge*There'd be loud inhuman laughter sounding far away, or nearSkeletons would emerge from their graves and roam about freelyGiant cats would be ridden like horses, because they only see brightly in the dead of the nightDemons from hell would be rulers of the worldNewly birthed babies would be given blood baths, fed with blood and not nursed by their mother's bustsMonsters would roam about freely, while humans would hideSkulls, belonging to both humans and animals would be used to build towersHalloween would come to live.All varieties of beasts would freely hold humans as captives and torture them.Blood would be like beverages because of it's iron after taste.There'd be free access
The big, black cat was still staring at me with those strange, black eyes that scared the heck out of me. I knew that cat was no cat at all, it was something worse.My tight catsuit suddenly felt tighter as I turned and immediately started to stumble away from the cat, trying get away fast. Almost like they were under some unexplainable influence, my feet refused to move a pace faster than a small jog. It felt like the air around me had gone thicker and more viscous, that movement was difficult, almost impossible.What the heck was happening?The cat was stalking away from the street lamp and slowly coming towards me now, like it had all the time in the world. It's eyes fixated on me like a predator would on a trapped prey.Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the cat was morphing and after a series of stretches, a man stood before me. He hadn't changed a bit since the first time we met
"Huh?" Was all I could say at first. I stared at his callous, unfriendly eyes and tried to discern if they were currently being truthful, staring at those things just gave me cold chills instead."You heard me, kid." He ran a hand through the tangled dreadlocks and sighed, almost wearily, like he was tired and exasperated all at the same time. With the cigarette stick still dangling between his black lips, he spoke. "Do me this favor and I'll free you, terminate our contract and give you your soul back."He blew out the cigarette smoke right at my face and I coughed, inhaling the choking smell. I surveyed him through narrowed eyes, not trusting him one bit. After all, they always said, once bitten, twice shy and I didn't want to get my hopes up for nothing."Release my feet first," I told him, pointing down at my black boots which he had enchanted to the pavement, causing my inability to move. He rolled his eyes, like he
If you've ever had a terrible first day of school, you know by now that it always starts with you minding your own business, probably trying to navigate the large hallways until that one person destined to ruin your existence bumps into you and makes a complete fool out of you.Only I was the one sent to ruin someone's existence.I raced through the multitude of straggling students either trying to get to class or loitering in the hallways and bumped into some of them resulting to loud insults being thrown at me. I didn't care though, I was on a mission.When I woke up this morning, I felt like I had dreamed up the whole events that occurred last night until I saw the date which clearly read, October 1st and then there was the fact that things seemed to be repeating themselves. I had really gone back in time.I glanced at the clock above at the main hall as I halted to a full stop and breathed a sigh
At the end of the school day, I had finally come to one conclusion; if I thought Blake Johnson hated me in the morning, I was wrong. So very wrong.Blake didn't hate me, he despised me and it all started with a few splits by the bleachers after school. Here in this little town in the heart of Texas, football was everything, if you didn't like or appreciate the sport, you had just dug yourself a literal shallow grave with your own hands.And that's why if you were a student here that didn't like football, you were instantly unpopular. Girls, namely like me joined the cheerleaders to support the boys because if we didn't, a drastic ostracization would take place. If being yelled at by Amanda every day after school during practice was the price for popularity, we all gladly took it."Look sharp, girls," Amanda snapped, placing her right hand on her hip and stretching the left arm towards her right foot in a fl
I met the Devil on the school bus.Okay, so it would be pretty fair to admit that after smashing Blake's windscreen, I had pretty much given up on stalking him. I tried getting to him a few more times but the look he always gave me told me to maintain my lane or else.The other day in the cafeteria when he was sitting alone, quietly chewing his spaghetti and looking like a fallen god while at it, I had walked up to him with my lunch tray which consisted of only an apple and yoghurt, and sat down right in front of him. He glared at me with those stunning blue eyes, hissed and picked up his textbooks before abandoning both me and his lunch.Talk about awkward. I had kept my distance after that. And there was also the fact that Molly was super into him and had spent the past few days going on and on about how his curly hair made her stomach go all wonky. Then there was also schoolwork, it was just a repeat of everything I h
I met the devil way sooner than I had expected.When he had told me he would intervene and help me out, I didn't think it would be so soon or that he would suddenly walk in as the substitute Calculus teacher.Yes, you heard me right. There I was, biting at the tip of my Bic and wondering if by any chance, Blake was staring over at my side. This was the only class I had with him and when he came in earlier and spotted my seating position in the middle of the class, he intentionally decided to go pick the seat far end of the class, at the corner.God, that boy hated me so much and it was all my fault.Our regular Calculus teacher, Miss Simeon was running late which was very unusual and most of us were already getting all rowdy in the class. For final year seniors, they all acted pretty dumb for my liking and I dully watched, Asher Hu, one of the blonde, football jocks lob paper balls at his teammates w