Wasn't Meant to Be

Prologue

1989

A normal day at school for me was... not the best. My friend or someone I thought was my friend and who said was my friend beat me every day.

"Hey Damien, do you know what time it is?"

"Yup, same time every day"

I hated his voice. It was deep but high at the same time, it was the hardest thing to explain ever. His name was Mike. He was tall and had jet black hair. He was heavy. Like super overweight heavy.

"You might as well start doing this all by yourself"

"That would take the fun out of it"

"Is that sarcasm!"

" No, no, being beaten is just the highlight of my day."

Thats when it stared to get real bad. All of this madness continued for then next year until that day. All over the radio there were warnings. About the bomb. The nuclear bomb. The government told everyone to get in the safety of a bunker. The radio was counting down the seconds. 5...4...3...2... just as the bomb was going to hit, he pushed me out of the bunker. He caused me death my horrible life. Mike should go to hell! In my last few breaths I heard a voice. One I had never heard before. I look and see a being of all that is bad in the world. The devil himself. He made a deal with me. If I give him a small part of my soul that I still had, he would save me. He would give me a new life. A better life. He gave me the exact opposite. Im now apart of hell.