Daughter Of Death

Chapter Three

Six Years Later

I was drifting to sleep when a voice called out my name. I froze. I mean literally froze. I can't move a limb.
" Love, how are you feeling now. I know it's hard but it must be done" he was on my head talking. I tried to sceam but to my dismay even my mouth won't open. He just laugh a maniacal laugh that sent shivers down to my spine.
"Don't fight it love, it's useless." Then I yelled at him in my head. I felt him flinch. Ha! Serves him right.
"I won't expect any less from you, love"
"Who are you?" I yelled at him.
"You are mine." The way he spoke it sent shivers down to my spine. The way he said it holds a lot of dark promise.
"No one owns me. And you do not have any right to barge into my mind and brand me yours!"
Yelling at him might send him away and hopefully I can woke up in this nightmare.
"I will be back to collect what is mine."
Hah! It actually works.
But before I can celebrate.
A warm feelings start to spread from my neck until it becomes scorching hot. I felt like I am being drag to hell because of the heat and it grows until I felt the skin on my back ripped open and it travel from my neck down to my spine.

I was in and out of conciuosness. My brain felt foggy and heavy and the pain being burned alive was still there and its getting worst by the second. I want to scream in agony, call for help and alert everyone from the intruder but I can't even open my mouth!
Before I black out again I heared him say.
"Now love your officially mine and more."

"Mine." He said.
"Mine." I heared myself said before passing out again. This time it was not from the pain being burned alive. This time it was from exhaustion.

The next morning I woke up unoriented. The pain from last night was fresh in my memory. A nightmare I won't revisit again in this life time. I shuddered at the memory. The stranger in my memory and its hunting voice and the way he branded me his, was alarming. I goaned and shut my eyes for a minute.
After awhile I reached the alarm clock on my side table and cursed under my breath. Shit! It was already past noon. There's no way in hell I am going to work today. I stretch my numb limbs then find my cellphone under the covers. After calling sick to my work I got up and headed to the kicthen. I am starving.
After eating my lunch I leaned on the couch and stared at the ceiling. I recounted the events that happened to me in the past six years. I am a horrible person inside and out. Mom should have send me away sooner. I am not the daughter that she deserve. She deserve more.

I went up to my room. As soon as I closed the door I started to peel my night clothes and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower. It's funny how a cold shower felt so refreshing. I don't feel so alone and empty. I chuckled then shut my mouth. Ugh. Maybe I am going crazy.
The day past in a blur and its nightime again.

An eerie feeling makes my stomach sank. Goose bumps erupted at the sudden change of temperature. No. No. Not again. Not now.
What I did next was the dumbest thing to do when a stray ghost visit me.
I hide under the blanket and pretended I was asleep.
A revibrating laughs echoes through the corners of my mind. And the spine on my back tingles like its been shot with small spark of electricity.
I knew it was not the stray that laughs at my cowardice. It was something else or someone more dark. And more powerful than a few stray. I stay still for a few more minutes until my room temperature went back to normal. I scanned the room. Negative. I then yanked the blanket aside. After all this time I haven't found the courage to look at them in the eyes and pretended that they did not exist. But its too damn difficult.
Then I remembered the sensation I felt on my back a while ago.
I scanned the room again to be sure that there's no one lurking in the shadows. I hastily got up and run to the bathroom. Putting the deadbolt to be sure. I yanked up my t-shirt and stand in front of the mirror. I know its insane to think that there was something there. I twisted my torso so I can see my back on the mirror. And surprise. Surprise. To horror there was a fresh mark. But what I don't understand was. It was atleast a year old scar it was still pinkish and putruding.
I rocked my brain to all the possible reasons of how a I got a big scar. Past accidents and anything. No. Nothing. Except the incedent last night. So it's not a dream after all. I thought it was one of my crazy dreams that's why it was so vivid. And oh! The pain. I shuddered at the memory.

And the stranger -he was as real as me. But what was he? I am sure as hell he's not a stray and he's on my fucking mind talking, for pete's sake. How did he got in my head?
Am I crazy? Gosh hope not.

Then I squinted closely to the mirror to be sure. It was still there. I pinched my self. But the scar was still there.
I just hope I have someone to talked about this. To answer all the piled questions in my mind.
I yanked down my t-shirt and examine my apperance. Much more paler than before and my almost orange eyes becomes much more brighter. And boy! I did gained a height and loss weight. But the most alarming change in my apperance was my auburn hair it becomes a color of black and it was more shiny than before. How I did not notice my apperance this morning.
Did I undergo a transformation while I am asleep? Or that schoching hot memory transformed me into this beauty.
I better get back to bed before I got more insane.
What would tell them? To my family? To my workmates?
This was all weired.
I unlocked the deadbolt then peak. I scanned my surrounding. When I am satisfied that the coast was clear. I ran to my bedroom. And cover myself with my blanket.
I just hope this was one of my crazy dream.