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The raspy sound of a lighter being lit echoed through the trailer, the burning sense of the cigarette overcoming the fire that ignites it. She sits there, staring at the hair that was slightly messy as her mascara was ruined by the tears that stained her cheeks. "Idiot" she muttered under her breath, now taking a drag of her cigarette.
She didn't like her job.
Yet seeking comfort from her co-workers would have been worse, nobody wanted to understand what she was going through. Nobody wanted to know. She was an idiot for sure, selling her body for what seemed like pennies and dimes. Only to be thrown around like a toy. She wiped her mascara stained eyes with the makeup remover.
It wasn't a relief for her, knowing that her life was so dependent on what she did. Flicking the ash into the ashtray, staring at her reflection like it was the last thing she wanted to see. Her brown eyes scanned her pink robe, trying to eliminate the elephant in the room, not that she had any problems with herself in the recent months.
It became clear that she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.
Getting up, she took another drag of her cigarette, flicking the ash into the ashtray, now exhaling the smoke from her lips. The need to dress up lingered through as she started to dress up. Her classic strapless pink dress that was above her knees slid on her body slowly. She had fixed it up so no wrinkles or unwanted folds occurred.
What seemed like minutes that passed, she grabbed her coat and slid it on, the sounds of her heels clicking against the trailer stairs lingered for a bit longer. She had grabbed her motorcycle helmet on the way.
The calming sound of the wind breezing against her chest cheeks, it felt like eternity that she felt like this, calm and relaxed.
Now she had gotten onto her motorcycle and fled back to her house, now feeling the swoosh feeling of the wind blasting through her as her blonde hair flew up. Sudden sounds of cars passing by her rings through her ears. The sudden stop at the familiar building was visible.
She took off her helmet and placed it under her arm. "Home, sweet, home" she said, smiling softly as she led her motorbike into the garage. It was a quiet evening, she always enjoyed it like that.
Walking inside the house through the garage, she looked around the kitchen, to see no one home, it was normal that nobody was home. Even with the aching longing of company, Diana always hoped for some peace and quiet around the house.
Taking off her heels, she placed them by the front door neatly as she walked down the hallway into her bedroom, swinging it open. It looked a bit of a mess, her bed unmade, some clothes on the floor yet that didn't bother her.
Sitting down on the small chair, she looked at herself in the mirror, trying to fix her messy blonde hair from the helmet.
Silence.
Something felt wrong, like something was stalking in the background. She heard a low growl, a growl that sounded something inhuman. Diana blinked, now trying to find the source of the sound.
Something emerged behind, the same growl that she heard, heavy dog-like breathing. Diana looked at the mirror, realising it was what seemed like her time up. "Wait- Don't I have six years left?" she mumbled to herself, now trying to escape from the hellhound that chased her around the house.
"Shit, shit, shit!!" she shouted as she ran, she could feel the sharp nails of the hellhound hook onto the heel of her foot. She screamed in pain as she tried to crawl away.
Diana knew she was going to die, and yet she didn't even get to say goodbye to her brother.
She was going to give that demon hell when she became a demon. Now she watched herself get dragged across the floor, her floors stained with blood as her lifeless body was dragged.
This was nothing like her first date. ˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ . ★⋆.
