I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Chapter 3: I should have just ate your soul

Trust me when I say that I was never the kind of person to disobey authority. Honestly, if my mom were watching, she would wonder why I ran away. My response would be, and I quote, "Why did you leave your only daughter to fend for herself, especially with your screwed-up, fucked up sisters?"

I know that was fucked up for me to be focusing on. My mom wouldn't have left me on my own on purpose. I didn't understand why I felt so angry. Whatever pamphlet on stages of grief I read over the summer was true. I felt like I was flying through the chart without even realizing it. What was the point of finding out how she died? The outcome was never going to change. She is gone from this world, and I am stuck here. What the hell do I do now?

My phone buzzed and beeping simultaneously from the pocket of my sweatshirt. I didn't have to unlock my screen to read Amber Alert with my full name in bolded letters. I wasn't surprised to find an Amber Alert was set in motion. Hell, once they find me, they might put me in a mental institution for running away, showing the judge that I'm not in my right mind. And they would be so fucken right.

After climbing over a few fences to avoid the main streets, I was near a dead-end barricaded road by trees and tall grasses. Clearly, no cars could keep driving, but that didn't mean I couldn't keep walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. I just wanted to wake up and start the day over. I wanted a redo of my birthday because this was fucked up. The universe had to be punishing me for something I had done in a past life because this didn't make sense to me.

Reaching into the front of my pocket, I held my mom's favorite golden ring with three tiny rubies crested in the middle. My mom never discussed her plans after she died. I only remember her telling me to make sure that this ring stays with me and not let anyone take it from me.

I love my family; truly, I do. Despite everything they had put me and my mom through, my mother still had a lot of love for her sisters. But I know exactly how my family works. If I know anything about funerals, it's less about the person and more about who is entitled to what.

Looking at the ring under the dim moonlight, I thought it was too big for my finger, so I slipped it on the necklace my abuela gave me before she passed away. I guess my grandma finally gets to see her favorite daughter again. A dark and unwanted thought slithered into my thoughts. Maybe she'll get to see her favorite granddaughter pretty soon.

The walk I had decided to take became longer and longer. I was finally at the point where I had no clue where I was at. Pushing a few tall branches from my visual field, I found a bridge no longer in service. I felt pulled toward that direction to rest and get my thoughts in order.

As I found my way to the bridge, everything felt so light, like I was in a sleepy haze. The world was much quieter, and the stars were brighter. Looking down below, I can faintly hear trickles of water leaking between rubbles of rocks.

I found myself gazing again at the night sky; a cloud glided away from the moon, revealing the rusty metal bars and rails so brightly that I could read the engraved marks. Some of the phrases were filled with initials from past lovers or profanity. There was one inscription that I couldn't make out. The letters were almost scratched off, but either way, I found myself mouthing the words. I didn't bother to attempt to decipher it and kept myself moving.

As I continued walking on the bridge, my sadness suddenly deepened. I was so tired, not just because of the passing of my mom but now just being me. I felt my fingertips no longer tracing the rail as I continued my path to nowhere. Instead, I stopped and turned back to looking below the bridge with my hands clenching on the rail tightly. My heels began lifting up and down. In my thoughts, I could hear a faint whisper that didn't sound like my own saying," Why not just end it?"