Lights Out!

The True Meaning of Life.

"Hannah!"

"Hannah, where are you?!", I yelled more louder for both of them to hear me.

She heard me and was laughing that same demonic laughter as she was approaching towards me without walking. Her toes were leveled with the concrete floor and as she was flying across with more speed, she left a trail of blood behind. She couldn't feel any physical pain, as if one of her senses had been removed.

She's not human, she's a demon damned to Earth. An evil, despicable demon yet how was she normal before the horrific incident took place. I wouldn't blame her for her past, but blame her for not learning from it to have a bright future. And now she let her hatred turn her into a whole new person.

I could feel her presence. She was behind me.

"This is how you attack my friends right? By murdering in the dark . You can't strike when we're covered in lights because your afraid....Your afraid of showing your face and even more afraid of your mother."

I reached for the lighter in my pocket and tried to ignite the piece of shit. Come on! Why wasn't it working.

A slow jabbing motion cut through the hard skin on my right arm, leaving the pure red blood dripping down my arm to the lighter in my hand and eventually fall to the rough ground. Her hands are as cold as ice. Her nails as sharp as knives. This was how she was planning to kill me. A slow painful death.

I can't move. My legs won't allow me to run, but there was no point. I wouldn't know where I would be going and it would make it easier for the little girl to kill me right there.

I could hear her whispering near my ear but I couldn't make out what she was saying. It was a language that doesn't seem to be a language from here, but from hell itself. She was either setting a curse on me or trying to tell me something. Either way I still couldn't figure out the message, even to this very day.

She was floating up to reach my height or how else would a little girl from hell be so close to my face. I couldn't see anything, it was still pitch black and I didn't know where I was. I didn't know where Hannah was.

After numerous attempts, trying to light the lighter, it finall lit up before she could do even more damage to my body. Mybleft arm was still clutching tightly to the thick brown objects that had left behind a sheet of gasoline stained to my black t-shirt, but I couldn't give a shit less about that regarding the situation I was in.

That T-shirt had a lot more stains printed on it. Blood, betrayal, sacrafice, guilt ,love, anger and finally change.

I finally realised it, my whole life was nothing but a cycle. A cycle that never ended. Back then, it was just all about parties, getting drunk, beating up others brutally and hanging out with lowlifes who didn't even give a shit about you, except for one girl who tried her very best to show me that life has a meaning.

Sadly I didn't see myself for what I truly was and didn't even understand what she meant even though she made it crystal clear to me.

Full of determination, I put an end to this cycle and changed for the better. If only Lily Harris figured this out, she wouldn't be what she was back then...