A Cry For Hell

[ CHAPTER 1 ]

Be careful with what you wish for. Is something I always told myself. It had been on reapet in my head twentyfour seven everyday since my parents left for Europe. Apparently they were on a what they called, "Comedy Tour". I didn't mind it too much tho, it's not like it was any better when they were actually home.
I get up from my bed and start making my way down to the kitchen, the stairs was right outside my room, it was that spiral kind of stairs. I walk over to them and pick up my sangria-colored-scarf hanging from the stairs. As I swiftly pull it loosly around my head I finally step onto the stairs and starts to glide down. At the end of the stairs I see the dining table, it had a red cloat on top that matched my scarf. I step closer, there was a note on the table.
"Here is your monthly allowence, love" How have I not noticed this note yet? I take the note in my hand and suddenly an fifty dollar bill fell out. I pick it up and sigh. Hope this will be enough for food during a month, it's not like they were poor, just extremely cheap.
I walk over to the fridge and take out a leftover pizza from yesterday. It had some cheese on top plus some mushrooms. I put them into the microwave swiflty. The pizza was spinning inside, the cheese melting down to the plate. I went over to grab myself a glass of water. Pling. And my food.

The city was shining bright as I was walking slowly through the markets. One market caught my eye. It was some sort of pagan market. I walk over to the market to look at what they have. The market was a small tent made out of farbic and sticks to hold it up.
I think to myself how the tent really brings the aesthetic together. Everything they sold was put on tawny wood tables decorated with protection symbols. I walk over to a table with diffrent jewarlies scattered across it. One specific made me want to look. It was a carved-out-wood pentagon bracelet. I had heard pentagons could be used for protection, so with That I pick it up. It's laying cold in my hands as I walk over to the counter to pay. "I'd like this bracelet, please" I say, reaching over to pay for it. The lady behind the counter looks up at me, her scarf falling slightly of her shoulder. She gives me an indecisive look, then sighs.
"That will be ten-dollars Ma'am." She says with a light quite nice-sounding voice.
Ten-dollars? Really? I look down at the bracelet then up again, being hit by a trance. I hand her the money from my pocket and swiftly walk out with the bracelet in hand, her eyes following me out. When I finally get out I feel the trance like state I was in suddenly stop. I look down at the bracelet. The pentagon sat like a pearl on the red lace, each end of the lace having a wood pearl. I put it on, and suddenly I'm hit by a wave of nostalgia, like I've been here before, holding the same bracelet.

I personally don't know why I bought it. It's quite a waste of food money. But for some reason, it felt like the right thing to do.
I groan, thinking about how I'm supposed to survive with just fourty dollars. I end up just feeling rage.
I don't hate my parents, that's not what I'm saying, I just wish they could see me as a daughter and not just a guest to their mansion.
Lying on my bed, I spot my altar in the corner of my eye. My parents never actually approved of it, but for some reason the altar made me feel closer to my god.
I sat up, walking straight down to the altar.
It had a mirror, a small prayer rug and then around it decorated with different protection symbols.
I crouch down into the rug. My knees and hands touching it firmly.
Our family was very religious, but I was the only one who practiced it in what they consider a pagan way.
I cup my hands with my new bracelet in it, like in a bowl.
I say my prayer.
"God, the most merciful soul, please set me free and let me live, ameen" I murmur in a low voice.
But when said, something feels wrong, I don't feel cleansed like usual, I just feel.. Weird.
Tiredness falls over me, as I feel myself falling back and onto the floor in a sleep-like-trance, I think to myself how I thought there would only be one trance-like-state today, but this, I suppose, proves me wrong.

I wake up at maybe 2am, to sound of something or someone.
It sounded eerie.
As I slowly start to stand up, I hear it's footsteps, it's someone.
I fall back in fear as I come to conclusion that someone must have broken in, but right before I get the chance to stand up and lock the door the footsteps stop.
I freeze in place.
My doorknob slowly starts to turn.
My eyes widen, and I suddenly feel that I can hear all (not all, but enough to know someone is moving outside).
My knees weaken as I try to stand up straight, repeating in my head.
"Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT." Before I manage to realize that I've spoken out loud, the turning stops, and the door slides open.
I stand in front of it, watching as hands are creeping through the door's small opening.
My mouth turns dry as I try to scream, or move. I can't do anything. I feel cold tears running down my cheeks as my body shakes.
Is this it? Is this how I die?
I close my eyes, hoping for it all to be over, hoping for everything to stop and to feel safe again.
I finally let out a horrified screech. But it in itself didn't sound like me, making me scream louder and louder as I watch the figure in person press their way through my half open door.
"Suruh"