𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒

Daemon Dali was nothing but evil.

Darkness followed him everywhere. There was no escape for him. He followed in his father's footsteps. His eyes showed nothing but horror.

Daemon was emotionless, he was incapable of ever feeling. Deep down that scared him.

He'd never show how scared he was, he couldn't, he was supposed to be stong. If he wasn't his father would happily remind him "how a man should act".

Daemon was sent away for showing his weakness. He needed to be shown a proper lesson.

He was all alone.

He enjoyed the lonely feeling, it made it easier for him to get on with his wicked habits. That was until she met her...

Beatrice Addams was nothing but pure happiness.

She was a cloud of joy. She was never sad. She wasn't capable of that emotion.

Her mother liked to remind her that's how she she'd be. She wasn't allowed to be one of them girls who cried about stupid things.

Beatrice lived near a school for "troubled" people. It had a mix of people. Some were just alone and just wanted someone to pay attention to them. Others didn't even know their own name.

A few of them were in fact troubled, they were evil. She liked to visit the school to spread her happiness and joy. That's where she met him...

Beatrice soon started visiting the school every day to spend every minute she could with Daemon.

They spent their time walking around the grounds sharing stories. These where the only times Beatrice wasn't smiling.

Daemon shared the horrifying stories of his father and the things he made him do.

Daemon never had anyone to share these stories with, he'd never opened up to someone before.

She felt sorry for him... she even cried, something she hadn't done since she was a child. She wasn't used too that feeling.

Beatrice always done her best to cheer him up by talking about the happy things in her life.

She told him about her love for writing, something Daemon used to laugh at. He always thought it was pathetic people had to write down their feelings or write stories.

He wasn't one for reading either, he always said it was for the poor. Beatrice however enjoyed it.

Even though her life was seen as perfect she liked to escape and be someone else, even if it was just in her head.

She suggested he read as there wasn't much else for him to do in the school. He soon agreed and he enjoyed every word on every page.

It made him capable of feeling something other than misery. It was his escape from the act he had to put up.

Daemon used to enjoy being the villain but ever since he met Beatrice, he wanted nothing more than to change.

Daemon was afraid Beatrice would change her mind about coming to visit him and he'd be lonely once more.

Luckily for him she never missed a day. Sun, rain, snow she was always there. Same time, every day for a whole year.

Beatrice didn't think she'd be allowed to go at Christmas but when her mum seen how much it meant to her, she allowed her to go.

Her mum couldn't see her daughter upset, she feared what would happen to her if she ever lost someone. That's why she didn't want her to make close attachments to people. It would tear the girl apart if she were to ever lose someone.

Beatrice couldn't afford to get Daemon a present so instead she gave him all her favourite books.

In two months, Daemon had managed to read all the books in the school library. When she gave them to him this was the first time in almost a year, she seen him shocked.

He didn't think Beatrice would be so thoughtful and even think to get him something.

They spent Christmas talking about all the fun they had had in the past year. Neither of them had become this close to someone before.

They even made plans for when Daemon could finally leave this hell hole.

They wanted to see the world. Paris, Rome, New York. Everywhere.

Unrealistic, yes but that didn't matter to them. Wherever they went they'd be happy, as long as they were side by side.

Even if it was just the next town over it would still be an adventure for the both of them.

The year they spent with each other they had both changed completely.

Beatrice helped bring Daemon out of the dark world his father had created for him. She showed him the light to the world.

When Daemon looked in the mirror, he could hardly recognise the happy, smiling, brown-haired boy.

He was thankful for her. He didn't just change for her but for himself. He'd forever be thankful.

Beatrice however was just as happy only she felt another emotion she had only felt for her mother.

Love.

When she looked in the mirror, she seen the blonde-haired girl she used to be bored being, but now she was thankful to finally fit in with her.

Beatrice finally built up the courage to tell Daemon how she truly felt.

She didn't know it, but he felt the same. Beatrice was the first person Daemon had ever loved.

As she arrived at the school and went to the front desk to sign in, she noticed something.

Everyone was silent and had tears running down their faces.

She turned around and found the boy she had fallen so deeply in love with, being carried into an ambulance.

Beatrice heart dropped.

Her legs crumbled under her and she feel to the ground.

She tried to scream but she was mute.

She had forgotten how to breath.

Tears feel from her face as she sat in a silent pain.

People rushed to her side, but she couldn't hear them.

She couldn't hear anything.

She had forgotten how to function.

Her heart was broken... never to be fixed again.

Daemon Dali was dead... Something Beatrice would never fully process.

Daemon Dali died happy and left Beatrice Addams all alone, surrounded in an emotion she once couldn't feel...