Hell Born

Pray

  The church was filled with the people waiting for my father to begin his lessons. All the children sat in the front of the brightly lit, white room on Oak colored pues. I fount a seat in the middle of the room with people around my age. All the kids around my age only acknowledge my presence here. Some will smile at me and wave and try to spark up a conversation. I always put a fake smile on my face to hide the fact that I absolutely hated being here. I will listen to them talk through most of my father's preaching, which is a good distraction. I also learn some of the newest gossip, since most of them are as preppy as the girls from Mean Girls. The only person I actually talk to while I am here is Zach, who I assume did not come today. His usual seat was taken by a Older lady wearing a jacket with jungle animals all over it and a black hat.

     I focused on their conversation, they were mostly talking about a sale happening in the mall this weekend, so I let my mind wonder until I looked at my arm and noticed that it was red." What did I do to it?" I thought to myself. I got up from the pue and walked out of the room to the bathrooms. I walked in and went to the sink. I put cold water on a paper towel and sat it on the reddened place. I felt the heat of my arm through the paper towel, and the towel started getting warm instantly. I heard a door open from one of the stalls behind me, and a woman walked out. She smiled at me and washed her hands. "Are you alright, Misses Lenon?" She asked me. I nodded. "I accidently burnt myself with a pot in class today. I am fine. " I lied. Everyone knows me here. I can't have a moment of peace before hearing something being said about me. "Look, there's the preacher's daughter." I'll hear in the stores from gossiping old ladies. It's very awful. I can't be invisible. She smiled at me apologetically. "Oh, should I go get your father?" She asked. I shook my head. "No, I will be okay, thank you." She nodded and gave me another look before she left the room.

     I was all alone again. I took the now very hot paper towel off of my arm.  The redness was still there. I touched it and watched it turn white from the pressure then immediately red again. I put the paper towel back on my arm again and walked out of the bathroom and towards the door to go outside. I looked around and behind me before I opened the door and walked out. When I closed the door I immediately ran into a broad chest. I heard a "oof" then I quickly looked up, it was Zach. "Oh hey Del," He said,"Are you alright? Where are you going?" I rolled my eyes.

"I was just going to the car to get something for this burn on my..." I went to show him my arm but when I moved away the paper towel my arm was just as pale as before.

"I don't see a burn." He mocked.

"I guess the redness went away." I muttered. I scrunched the towel up and threw it in the trash can that was below the porch of the church.  He smiled at me. "Yea, sorry I was late. I know you hate sitting with the bitch squad." I laughed.

"Well, at least you're here now. I was getting so bored of hearing about sales at the mall."

"Wait, there's a sale? Where?" He mocked. I laughed and pushed him playfully.

"Come on, let's go inside and get this over with." I sighed.

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    After a trecherous hour of hearing my father talk about how the sins we commit are forgived, and occasionally falling asleep, we all walked outside for the basketball and game activities that the teens are required to run for the little kids. Zach and I were working the basketball game, which was more then less just the little kids throwing the ball into a shortened hoop which most of them still couldn't make it into. Zach stood beside me and retrieved the ball when it was necessary. I was trying to avoid the possibility of him trying to talk about the party. Because if he was worrying now, then he would most likely be ballistic if he knew that I had taken the board and ended up summoning a demon.

    Zach and I have been friends since pre-k. He has been one of the few friends I have had. We were always inseperable during school. In middle school he admitted to liking me and tried to get me to go out with him every year. But I always told him that him and I were too close for that. After our freshman year he finally gave up. But I knew the feelings haven't changed. We are seniors now, and him and I are still always around each other. He always gets super jealous when I talk to other guys, which I laugh off. He's also very protective, if you haven't caught on to. He is always asking if I am alright, and since he knows when I lie, he will not stop until I tell him. So that is why I have to avoid this conversation if all possible.

I just wanted night time to come so I could talk to my demon. He's the only person who actually holds my attention. Of course when you are talking to someone who has been alive as long as he has of course your attention is all on him. But I also think its the British accent. I'm weak when it comes to British accents. It makes me sad that I can't spend my time with him and listen to him tell stories. He's seen so many things through his life. He has met so many people, all though no one actually knew he was dead.

My father blew the whistle and told everyone to put the equipment up and that service was over. We collected the balls and put them in the storage building. Once we locked the building up he looked at me. "How are you today?" He asked.

"I'm okay. " I said and smiled at him.
"Good, good-" he paused. "I need to talk to you about the party. "He said. I sighed.
"What's so important about it? It was just a stupid ouija board, Zach. " I rolled my eyes.
"No, I don't think so. Look, you know I don't believe in all that supernatural shit. But there has been some freaky things happening since the party to me and I'm worried that something may happen to you. " I starred at him in shock. What on earth could possibly be happening to him?
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I've been having these dreams about this man-"
"Delilah!" My dad interrupted. I turned my head towards him."Let's go!" He yelled. I sighed.
"Look Zach we can talk about this later, alright?" He nodded. I gave him a hug and ran towards the car. "I'll see you in school!"

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I sat on my bed and looked out the window. The weather was stuffy but nice and warm, the way I like it. I am not the type to complain about where I'm from and swear to everyone that I'm leaving when I'm eighteen, because I don't hate it here. New Orleans fascinates me. I don't ever want to leave, all though I would love to travel the world. I want to see different places, but I don't want to go away forever.

All the lights in my house were off. My mom and dad were asleep up stairs in their room so I looked out the window for  entertainment. I felt a familiar cold presence in the room, but I didn't bother to show it any attention. There was a cold feeling on the back of my neck making my body cover in goosebumps.

What shocked me was when there were cold arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me against the torso. My breathing shuttered from the shock. "Well hello beautiful. " I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear. I felt my heart beat race, pounding against my chest unevenly. "Hello." I replied. He rested his chin on my shoulder and looked out the window with me. "Its warm outside, in England the weather at this time of year is much colder. " He said.
"Welcome to the south. "I joked. I felt him smile and turn his face into my damp hair.
"I've been to places hotter." He whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "Har har Prince Adam. " I joked. I called him a prince jokingly because he is the prince of the underworld.But also it sounds appropriate for him. A dark prince? Its a interesting twist to a conversation. I heard him laugh.
"Do you use your sarcasm to hide the fact that you're afraid of me?" He asked. My eyes furrowed in confusion.
"I'm not scared of you. " I replied.
"Oh?" He asked, lightly kissing the side of my head. I felt my heart pulse unevenly. His arms wrapped around me tighter as he used his nose to move a few strands of my hair to get close to my skin.

I turned myself around on my knees and let my arms fall on his shoulder. But when I looked back, it wasn't Adam.

I saw a man with salt and pepper gray hair and coal black eyes staring at me, grinning with sharp, pointed teeth.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long on this story. Unfortunately this is just a filler. But I'll write more soon!