DEMONS AREN'T MADE, THEY'RE BORN

Lottie

BEFORE WE BEGIN! FOLLOW MY BEST FRIEND AND INSPIRATION LOTTIE! 

I was never what people would call 'normal'. 

sure yeah, I did my schoolwork, babysat my sister, got good grades, the usual type of teenager trying to survive the mythic struggles of life. 

but I wasn't some barbie doll, I was the next Annabelle. 

buckle up kids, this story isn't some sappy fairytale. 

welcome to Hell. 

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febuary 23, 6:44am, friday

I scrolled through Wattpad, eager to read another Miranda fanfic. I don't need sleep, I need answers. 

my eyes flitted to the clock at the bottom of the screen. 6:45. 

aw shit, I'm gonna be late for school. again. but this time, on accident. 

I swiveled over to my closet, too lazy to get up yet. 

pulling out a black leather jacket, red tshirt and the usual ripped jeans, I quickly got ready to leave. 

while brushing out my tangled mess of raven black hair, my sister Stacey came bounding in, her usual smirk on her pale face. 

"mom says you have to drive me to school. she can't cuz she has an appointment." 

I internally groaned. I kinda sold my car to Satan for a bit. shit, I'm in trouble. 

"what about dad? can he do it?" I internally smacked myself. asking dad was a bad idea. he'd just bombard her with stupid questions  or complain that he didn't get the son he wanted. 

guess what pops, your daughter is the most feared badass this side of NJ. 

fight me. 

I sighed and sent a silent message to Satan. 

I need my car back. now. 

"now?" 

NOW. 

I peeked outside the bathroom window and sighed with relief to find my bright red convertible in the driveway, unscathed.

thanks. 

"I want it back later."  

no. 

"pllllleeeeeease?" 

Satan doesn't beg. 

"you stole my car." 

finders keepers. 

the voice went dead. I always found it cool I could communicate with Satan. he helped me pass tests but was sometimes a huge pain in the ass.

I was pulled back into reality to find Stacey still staring at me expectantly. "well?" 

I released an irritated sigh. "fine, lets go." 

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we drove up to the middle school just as other kids started piling in. I unlocked the car so she could get out but stopped mid way. 

my passenger was staring intensely out the window, legs drawn tightly up to her chest, fear in her eyes. 

Stace was...scared? one of the strongest people I know was sitting in my car scrunched up in a ball, staring like the world was gonna end.

"Stace? what's wrong?" I asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

"nothing." 

uh huh. and I enjoy sex.