Eve

Chapter One: Haunted Mornings

Mary awoke feeling inexplicably drained, groaning loudly, "Ugh, why did I wake up?" She pushed herself toward the bathroom, deliberately ignoring the two eerie presences she sensed in her room. Though these entities didn't feel malevolent, their constant presence was unsettling. They were everywhere...whether she closed her eyes or slept, these damned spirits, or demons, wouldn't leave her the fuck alone.

If she could go blind, she would; if she could pluck out her own eyes, she'd jump at the opportunity. She couldn't keep living like this. They were loud; she could hear them speak, but only gibberish came out of their mouths, though they seemed to understand each other.

Entering the bathroom, she sat on the toilet, attempting to catch a few moments of sleep. Just as she began to drift off, her phone rang loudly. She didn't remember taking it off silent.

"Argh," she groaned. "What does this world want from me? I'm trying to fucking sleep. Argh." She glanced at the caller ID.

"What?" she answered curtly.

"Bitch! I knew you cursed at me before you picked up," came the overly sweet voice of Kassia.

Mary sighed. "I was trying to sleep, you know."

"Girl, you tryna sleep? We have a goddamn test at six-thirty," Kassia reminded her. "Did you forget? It's Chemistry 101, for Christ's sake. The professor said it'd be tough!"

"Argh, shit!" Mary exclaimed, realizing she might fail the course because she obviously didn't study and was just hearing about it twenty minutes before.

"Babe, did you study?" she asked Kassia.

"Of course I did," Kassia replied.

"Great, then that settles it. I'm your seat partner. Hope you read well. Bye, bitch." Mary ended the call just as Kassia began to protest.

Mary smirked, imagining her best friend cursing her from the dorm opposite hers.

"Okay, I have a test I might probably fail, and I have like ten minutes to get to class so I can take the damned test. Okay, you can do this." She got off the toilet, wiped, and flushed. "Yeah, it was a good shit," she smiled to herself.

Rushing to the sink, she brushed her teeth in record time. She glanced at the shower, which only ran cold water, and decided against it. "It's not like anyone would know, right?" She took the pills in front of the bathroom sink.

"Great, I only have five pills left. God will help when this finishes, or I might commit murder," she muttered, taking one of her antidepressants. "Four left."

Rinsing her face roughly, she avoided looking in the mirror. She always did; what she saw there broke her every time. Today, her eyes slipped, and she froze. Her ginger curly hair was a mess, her caramel skin dry, and her once-beautiful hazel eyes now empty, with dark circles a permanent feature.

Quickly sobering up, she practically ran out of the bathroom before she cried. "Not today, no, not today." She considered covering the mirror to avoid seeing what she'd become.

Back in her room, the creatures were still there, loud and oblivious to her presence.

Slipping on her black hoodie and gray sweatpants, she applied deodorant, essential since she hadn't showered. She struggled to find her socks.

"Where did I keep them? Urgh, those damned socks. I always find them and lose them again." She blew air on her forehead, pushing a ginger strand away, but it didn't work, and those damned creatures were annoyingly loud.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" she screamed, looking directly at them. They looked at her as if she were a ghost. Ironic, right?

"I'm talking to you, motherfucking creatures that can't speak. Get the fuck out." They assessed her as a threat, wondering why she could see them, then began to charge at her.

"I need to control my damned temper. I should have just gone to school," she scolded herself internally. "Here we go again."

She raced to the corner of her room where she kept the stuff she needed in cases like this. Grabbing a glass, she put it in front of them—it didn't matter if they were good or not; they weren't welcome here. Popping the bottle open for the scent to fill the whole room, the ghostly creatures looked at the bottle suspiciously. They made movements signaling discomfort, about to pounce on her again before she sprinkled the anointing oil on them, saying, "I rebuke you in the name of Jesus."

They let out shrill screams, like fingernails on a chalkboard, before disappearing. It's not like anybody but her could hear the screams.

"I need to go back to the church to get more of this blessed oil. God, I hate my life."

Finally deciding to wear her sneakers without socks, she grabbed her bag and left her room.

(Hey daughters of Eve.... I'm just lame anyways I just started updating this book so I'm literally changing every chapter sooo...read? yhh!)