LowLife | DISCONTINUED

LowLife | Cold-Heart-killer

-Melanie

The night sky was black. Not dark blue and starry like in the old films. The moon covered the moon like a grey, fluffy blanket. The only lights, the street lights. The only sound, the clicking of my heels. I gripped my black leather purse in my pale hands, I didn't have time to admire my dark purple nail polish in the colour named lavender in the dark. I look around, being paranoid to the max. It was sketchy to say the least, but I didn't care. I just wanted to see my brother, smoke weed and watch a scary movie with him and eventually fall asleep in my warm, safe home.

I stopped, the street falling dead silent. My breath hitched. I turned to look into the pitch black alley-way slowly. I held my breath. I did hear scratching against the brick wall. I might be insane, but I know what I hear. I twirled my hair and stomped my boot lightly. I sighed and rolled my eyes, cursing myself under my breath as I began walking into the alley.

This god damn curiosity is such a bitch sometimes.

I opened my phone, hitting the flash and shining it around the dark street. If I found some pathetic coward, sticking needles in his arm or some stray dog I wouldn't be surprised. I'd just roll my eyes and turn around. I knew it was a waste of time, but curiosity is like an itch I need to scratch or it'll annoy me forever.

I shined the light around, furrowing my eyebrows as I saw nothing but a dumpster and trash floating around. I dropped my phone as I felt a strong and rough hand smack over my mouth, digging it fingernails into my cheeks. I tried elbowing the person. It didn't work. Tears burnt my eyes as A sharp blade pressed against my neck. it was digging. He chuckled and bit my ear. My screams were muffled. He pushed me to the ground.

"Get the fuck away from me psycho!!" I screamed.

His yellow teeth flashed at me. I held my hand over my neck, feeling the warmness from my blood.

"I've been watching you my Love. I love how you make sure to scrub every inch of your body when your in the shower." He said, leaning down and snaking his hand up my skirt.

I kicked him in the chest making him fall back. I turn onto my hands in knees, trying to get up. I couldn't. I was kicked to the ground again. I screamed and closed my eyes tightly. Lifting my hands in front of my face. I heard a slashing noise. My screams were cut off. I opened my eyes again.

I wasn't in the alley-way anymore.

I was in a vintage type of room, everything either the colour black or deep red blood. I looked down at myself, my white dress wasn't drenched in blood anymore. I got up from the couch I had been sitting on and walked around. I was confused. Where in hell was I?

I picked up loose piece of paper on a desk and read it carefully.

A hot sickness rising in me, my hands began to shake and I started to sweat.

Welcome to Hell Melanie Martinez.

You are not a slave, but an upperclassmen. Meaning you don't have to partake in any hard labour and will be treated as royalty. You will be able to do whatever you'd feel like doing except for hard labour. If you partake in any hard labour you will be locked in the cellar for one week exactly. For the first hour you might feel ill, please ring the bell for assistance. Thank you Ms. Martinez and have a great time in the afterlife.

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