Straight to Hell

Bruises and help

Bruises and help

You know that feeling? The feeling that you get in the morning, when you just know something bad is going to happen? That feeling that follows you no matter where you go? When it feels like you have a cold-hearted shadow and you just can't seem to shake it off?

I blinked rapidly as I dragged my feet behind me. I was so tired. I couldn't sleep last night. I didn't know whether was it from my weird feeling or because of the fact that Dev wasn't here. No, this couldn't be it. Him being away at night was a part of our deal. There is no reason for me to feel like this. Right? I was heading towards the chemistry class at the moment. It seemed like I just couldn't figure out what made me feel so scared. I wish I would never found out.

"Hey! You ugly cow! Look at you, people like you shouldn't be even allowed to come to school," a high pitched voice screamed behind me. I could feel all the judging stares, I could hear their whispers and my body was getting stiffer by every slow lasting second.

"Where did you buy that shirt? Ikea?" Stephanie remarked mockingly. She seemed so proud of herself. I felt my eyes water. I blinked a couple of times until I could see clearly again. I was used to this. It was an old routine that I was trapped in. Playing this one-sided game again and again, making it look like she was always destined to win. I was so tired of it.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!" she said angrily before I felt a hand slamming my head into a locker. My vision was suddenly filled with black spots. I heard laughing and mocking voices. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the scene in front of me. I flinch as the first kick was laid on my body. I curled myself into a ball, making myself as small as possible. I tried to think about something else. Anything would be better than this. My thoughts involuntarily shifted to Dev. I smiled gently. it was better now. At least now I had someone to think about, even if that wasn't my real friend. I laid there not realising that my bullies already left. I didn't want to move. I just wanted to close my eyes for a second. I didn't care anymore.

The bell ringed and I slowly pulled myself up. I didn't want people to see me. They would do nothing that could actually help me. They would just laugh and point at me. I knew that from my own experience. That was a kind of a shame I didn't want to go through. Not again.

I limped towards the exit, not caring about skipping my classes. A part of me thought that I could solve that problem later, but even bigger part just didn't care anymore. I quickened my pace when I was walking through the school's parking lot. My leg and my ribs hurt, but I just kept going. I felt something touch the crown of my head. I looked up. The first raindrop fell on my forehead. I smiled and kept walking. Perhaps this the clouds own way of grieving with me. Five minutes later I could see my house. I slowed down even more when I headed towards it. This was the first time I didn't want to enter. I was too tired to lie to Dev. I took a deep breath. Why would I need to lie to him anyways? It's not like he cares.

When I opened the door the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was the smell of something burnt. I frantically turned around and tried to find the source of the fire. And the smell lead to...

"What did you do to my kitchen?!?" I yelled at the figure standing with its back towards me. Everywhere I looked there where empty bowls with burnt food. I suppose he was trying to make cupcakes. Key word is trying.

"Shhh, wait a second." he whispered. I could almost hear the concertation in his voice. He slowly turned around. My eyes opened widely and a surprised gasp left my lips. He looked like a mess. There was flour all over his face and his shirt looked like it stopped being white years ago. His eyes were slightly opened and his face shone in nervousness and pride. His hands were outstretched and on a plate laid 6 cupcakes. They were a bit crooked, but in that moment I could swear I never saw anything more beautiful. I carefully brought a cupcake to my lips and bit down. They tasted like sugar and burnt cake, but in that moment they were the most delicious thing I ever tasted.

"Well? What do you think?" an impatient voice dragged me out of my thoughts.

"I think they are delicious." I quickly said, while nodding my head trying to prove it.

Relief was immediately seen on his face, before arrogance took over it.

"Of course they are. I made them." he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and smiled. This was the Devil after all. For all I know, he could have poisoned those cupcakes. I turned around and headed towards my room. It was funny how that burned cupcake made me forget everything. A distant smile formed on my lips as I climbed the stairs. Then suddenly a wave of pain took over my body. It hurt so much. My ribs felt like they were being torn apart. I whimpered quietly. I hope Dev didn't hear me. But as I lifted my leg to get on the next stair, the floor underneath me disappeared. Suddenly I was falling I didn't know how to get up. I groaned as my head hit the floor especially hard.

"Why are you making so much nois...Heather!"

That was the last thing I heard, before the darkness consumed me.