I was shaken by my confrontation with Matthew. I almost killed him, I could if I wanted to. I'm so conflicted right now. I need to do something about him, but I can't. He's my brother and when I was alive, he was the only one who gave me all the love that I wanted. But now, it seems like I'm running out of options. I need to get rid of him...or I can do what I need to do with Garrett soon.
I need to think about my next steps, but right now, I just need Devon by my side. To feel again, to feel human. What happened with Matthew is so new to me, it's the very first time that powers like that manifested from me. I am scared of myself but I cannot shake the darkness within me that screams havoc wherever I go.
I grabbed my keys and drive to Devon's house. I knocked at his door and he opened it. He's always alone so I know he will be there. "Hey..." I greeted him with a bitter smile."Hey baby, are you okay?" Devon replied.
"I guess...I just feel
I have been tracking Hannah rather Cassidy for a while now. I downloaded spyware to track her phone and her whereabouts. Nothing out of the ordinary right now, Matthew said to himself. She has been spending time with Devon in his house. He flinches at the idea of her sister still being with that guy who broke her heart. She's dead and yet that did not stop her from going after what she wants."I need to help her, I need to save her soul..." he said as he sets down his coffee on the old garden set that can be found in the monastery of Saint Jude's just outside the City. He went there to meet with the priest that he searched on the internet that performs an exorcism."It will not be easy..." said Father Paul Revere. "Matthew, son, she is already in full control of Cassidy's body. It will need someone who truly loves her and believes in the goodness of her heart to perform this ritual. I cannot guarantee any promises."Matthew scoffed "I need to save he
I stood before the french doors leading to the balcony, admiring the view before me. As I opened the doors and walked out, the fresh cool afternoon air greeted me. I walked towards the balcony and I marbled at the sight before me, a myriad of greens, blues, purples, and reds as the sight of the vineyard unfolded before me. I took it all in and smiled, a bitter smile. How ironic that my daughter lived in this beautiful place but never once saw the beauty of it? She was consumed by darkness, hate, and suffering. She deserved a good life, but it's too late. Instead, here I am successful in my quest to avenge her, and more than anything else, I am a ridiculously rich man, all thanks to Hannah and Lucy. It could have been great spending these glorious days ahead with them but there's nothing I can do. They are gone now and all that's left is me. The smell of sausage and tuna pasta greeted me as the staff put down the food for me and my guest. I was suddenly transported to the present momen
I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.How did it come to this? How did my
I woke up feeling the cold breeze gently caressing my cheeks. As I open my eyes I saw the brightness of day. I stared at the greenery before me and the specks of color here and there from the flowers that intoxicate my senses. The smell was enveloping me, it was a myriad of flowers, peonies, magnolias and lavender all mixed up in a warm comforting scent. I slowly sat up and I saw beside me Devon – so beautiful and peaceful. I looked around and realized we are no longer at the vineyard. We are at a completely different place, a dimension even where everything is bright and colorful, nice and beautiful.I reached out to touched Devon’s lips, so pink and luscious contrasting all the greens, blues, reds and yellows of this meadow. He slowly opened his eyes, all confused as he met mine. As I saw his blue eyes staring at me I saw relief, happiness and love. It made me feel all warm and happy inside. This is a feeling that is alien to me. Every time I feel happiness I used to remember having
My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone. I could hear my breathing as it comes out fast. I'm scared but I feel like this is the only way to escape. To stop the madness that is creeping on me. The terror gripped me. I no longer want to live. I cannot see myself walking this earth anymore as life has repaid me nothing but sorrow, pain, and endless melancholy. I gave everything into the universe, all the love, joy, and hard work that I can do, I gave my life my all, but it failed me. I failed me. I was not designed to be amongst the living. I do not deserve to live anymore. The bubbly, happy girl is gone. All I am is a pathetic lost soul. Hollow and wretched I walk
It is a bright summer day, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining brightly. It is a big contrast to what this day is. It’s Hannah’s funeral. It is quite a big event, flowers everywhere at the chapel and a whole lot of people. Looking at each of them one by one, none of them cared for Hannah. I see a bunch of her so-called friends and a whole lot of our mom’s friends. I look at them with disdain and I can’t help but feel a lump in my throat forming, as I see my mom demurely accept condolences from her people looking so distraught followed by her fake sniffles. I know for a fact she never cared for her. It’s disgusting. I cannot take it any longer. As the funeral reaches its end. I leave the chapel and drive back to the mansion. As I approach the door, I stop and get a cigarette from my coat pocket, and light it up. I breathe in deeply and savor the calmness it brings me. It is a breath of fresh air for me, when I close my eyes all I see is Hannah’s bloodied body d
Dearest Matthew, You're probably thinking what kind of morbid thoughts have entered my crazy mind as I am writing to you from the other side. Technically, I'm not yet dead as I was writing this but in my heart and soul, I've long been dead. Matt, you know you were the only one that has always been there for me. Sometimes I feel sorry for you, for always having my back with all the insane things I've done and yet I still get into trouble all the time. But hey, it's not your fault, it's just that mom and your dad hate me to the core of their bones. Don't worry, I was not crying while writing this. I have long accepted my fate that my own mother will never love me the way she loves you and our siblings. And your dad, don't get me started. He doesn't even acknowledge that I exist. He pretends all the time that I'm some distant bad dream that if he pinches himself just hard enough, I will vanish. I don't blame him because he never saw me as his daugh
"I never wanted a savior, I never wanted a white knight to sweep me off my feet to carry me away from my troubles. I only wanted to be loved." Tears streamed down my eyes as I continue reading Hannah's letter, I wanted to die that moment I felt as if I don't deserve to be alive. I'm angry that I cannot avenge Hannah because my bastard father is dead! He did not deserve that peaceful death, he deserved a lifetime of agony. He loved me, I know, he was a good father to me but Hannah? He was a monster! He was evil underneath that sheep's clothing. "How can I help you, Hannah?"I said aloud, lost in my thoughts. I'm so torn on how I will continue to face my family having this burden of knowing everything. It will destroy us. The company he has built, the love of all the people around us. When he died everyone was in mourning. We lost a good man, that's what everyone thought, but I know Hannah more than anyone and I know she will never lie to me. But why? Why just