Day 31.
Everything had been leading up to this day.
When I started this mission, I didn't think my feelings would get in the way of what I had to do but now staring at the number 1 on the back of my hand, I realized I couldn't do it. I was ready to die, I had failed and had gotten myself into this mess myself. On this my last day, I refused to be scared as I stared up at the school, the venue of the Halloween dance with the courage of the condemned.
I was doomed and I knew it, coming here this evening was my own form of a closure, a goodbye. I jammed my hands into the back of my jean pocket and released a breath which blew the wisps of hair away from my face.
Here goes nothing, I thought as I entered the building. The dance, like almost all of our dances was taking place in the gym and even before getting in there, I had already seen all arrays of outfits on the other students. Some that recognized me sta
The EMTs had arrived, wheeling Blake away on a stretcher as we all stood in a crowd around them, the light party mood had instantly evaporated when I ran back to the school yelling my head off in panic.The ambulance had arrived in minutes and had to pry off my hands from Blake's motionless body. I kept shaking him, hoping to God or whoever was up there that he would move and say something back to me. Anything.One of EMTs had bent over him when they arrived, looking over at me where I was currently sitting on the dirty field floor where they had dropped me onto after pulling me away from him. "He's having a heart attack," he had told his partner before they started their necessary procedures of transporting him.By the time they had left, sirens blaring loud, I was still on the floor shaking and sobbing, simultaneously. The worst part of it all was that I could feel that strange, foreign feeling fluttering in my chest that in
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