A soon to be 17 year old girl experiences the ultimate shock of her life when she is left alone in the house because her mother is at work, she thought she was the only person in the house, but she was not, someone else was there, having knew this...
*This chapter is written in present tense, wanted it to be known in order to prevent confusion.*
It's been a week since I've seen HIM. I guess it's safe to say that after our little encounter I've been having nightmares ever since. And they are horrible.
Trust me.
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Experiencing stuff like that isn't easy. It takes a toll on you. HARD.
I try to get pass what happened. I try to forget. But does that work? No. Like I said, I keep having these nightmares and they involve this man who goes by the name "Luther".
Apparently, in my nightmares, he's the king of the underworld and rules every demon. Everyone is afraid of him, even angels. This is according to my nightmares, don't forget.
I'm one of the biggest fans of supernatural tv shows/movies, so really, I could just be paranoid.
Then again, I did see him, it felt so real, he was there, wasn't he?
I-
Rihana....
Rihana...
Rihana..
Rihana.
"Rihana, get up outa di bed fimi nuh, uh nuh memba seh uh ave school?" My mother says, waking me up from my deep yet horrendous sleep.
"Ughhh, why is it Monday againnnnnnnn!" I whine into my pillow.
"Little girl, a swear if uh nuh come get ready fi school, it nah guh nice in yah todeh." My mother warns.
"Mi a come mommy, geez!!"
I finally get the urge to get out of my bed, I make it, tidy my room, iron my school uniform, brush my teeth, take a bath, and go downstairs for breakfast.
"What's on the menu today for breakfast mommy?" I ask her.
"Hear ya, uh a handicap?"
"Huh?"
"Suh a everyday mi get up mi fi mek u breakfast, look here, uh betta guh look something guh eat yah pickney."
"Mommy!!!" I whine.
"Don't mommy me, anyway, I have to go to work like right now." She checks her watch.
"I'll probably be home late tonight because I have to catch up on some stuff at the office, I have to write some weekly reports I never got to write last week. Behave. Don't do anything you're not supposed to." And with that she close the door.
Great.
I keep replaying what happened in my nightmares over and over.
Why aren't they going away?
Although, that's probably the most stupidest question I've ever asked in my entire life given the fact that I went through what I had went through.
