Hell Tales: Obsession

Psalm 16:1

"Keep me safe, O God, for I have come to you for refuge."

— Psalm 16:1

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[PIP POV]

Lately I have been doing something I never thought I would do. I have been praying. The thing is, I am not even religious. I only started to somewhat believe or have faith the second I realized it was actually a being from hell. If it existed, that meant God had to exist.

I doubt that God has even been looking my way, nor is he even listening to my prayers, but I have to try. It's all have left. Day by day I pray the second it is gone. I don't even know what I am saying in my prayers. I have tried every prayer imaginable, but nothing has happened.

God didn't answer my prayers to save me. Nor did he answer my simple prayers to protect me. He definitely didn't listen to the ones where I asked him to kill it. So I have reduced my prayers to speaking in tongue. Whatever sounds come out, that is my prayer.

I think I have turned prayer into just an act of rebellion. To prove, in a small way, that I am still prideful. That I haven't lost it all. That it can't do anything to me. At least nothing that could actually hurt me inside. It could never hurt my soul. It isn't powerful enough for that.

Damnit, why lord have you not answered any of my prayers? I want to leave this place. I want to live my life for the better. I don't want to be around it anymore.

"Hey brit shit," It glared at me, "I got today's chores for you. They are on the kitchen table. Hurry up."

"Yes, sir."

I walked over to the table. Luckily today I didn't have much to do. Maybe it was starting to be nice to me? Maybe my good behavior is starting to pay off? Could it becoming a better person?

If that's the case, I must do what he says. Therefore, I get to work. I sweep the floors, clean the countertops, and reorganize the library books. I do a little extra too. I clean up the mess in the outside junkyard, where there was broken glass all around.

Unfortunately, I step on one of the pieces. I hiss as the pain in my foot becomes unbearable. I sit down, and look at the damage. I definitely needed stitches. Would it get me any? Oh lord.. please save me now.

"What the fuck are you doing?" It asked, seeing me in a crouched position.

"Oh, I.." I can't think of an excuse in time.

"I fucking knew it." It swore, "I was wondering why there was more angelic power in the air than usual. You motherfucker."

"No! Please!" I cry, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to cause trouble!"

"Whatever, you are so annoying." It cursed, "You know what? If you like this damn junkyard so much, you can sleep here tonight."

"But, what if I freeze to death?!"

"I really don't give a shit." It threw me a middle finger, "If you freeze, it won't change things. You can't die now fucker."

I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I was left alone in the dingy junkyard. I looked around, there wasn't much. Only a few busted cars. Welp, I was going to have to break one of them open and sleep there tonight.

I got up, cringing at the pain in my foot.

Wait. I thought, looking around, This idiot forgot to tie me up! I could run away now! Now is my chance!