Reaper's Girl

Little truths and massive lies!...(edited)

Alice cried for good half an hour. The sudden feeling of misery and suffering that was her everyday life weighing on her more than it had this morning. The worst was the loneliness that was surrounding and slowly eating its way to her core, making her permanent death wish even stronger. She was all she had.

   Sometime later her self-pity dimmed and she decided to try and get some sleep. That’s if the nightmare did not return. When she was being honest with herself she was mostly tired of the permanent threat: the monster was never far away, waiting and watching, always ready to take her back in his hell. Alice had not rested ever once since eight years that the nightmare began, and she was pretty sure that the Demon could not penetrate her home, her sanctuary. But you never knew: he was vicious and vile, and totally unpredictable. Her whole life was now just a permanent run, constant hiding and endless paranoia.

   She sighed heavily. There would still be time to mourn her lost happiness. Once she found a way to destroy him...She needed to go to sleep, to dream, to suffer and maybe, with a little bit of luck, to remember the one thing she knew she forgot. The reason why she could not end this nightmare by escaping in the sweet darkness of death. The events following her passing out after first encounter with the Demon, when the suffering was too much to bear. There was something she forgot and she knew she had to remember in order to know the truth about her, rather unique, condition. The years of suffering has affected her mind and parts of it closed off to shield her frail sanity.

   Alice got up from the floor, where she was sitting and that was when the feeling hit her: she was being watched, observed. Trying hard to push the rising panic down, she looked around her room. It was as she left it that evening, before dinner, not a single piece of dust disturbed since she closed the door behind her. Her look wandered to the single window and she had to stifle a scream, as her eyes met the livid green shining pupils, split by a catlike irises. As she backed away slowly a huge grin appeared in the darkness under those terrible eyes, each fang glistening with drool. As her back hit the opposite wall, the Demon dropped her a wink and disappeared.

   Alice squeezed her blessed religious necklaces in her withe-knuckled fists, squeezing her fisted hands to her chest. It was here. It found her.

   The panic rushed over her, making her legs buckle, her back sliding down the wall. Fresh tears slipping down her already soaked cheeks. The Demon finally found her and the world surrounding her became dark again. Alice felt like passing out, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged. She had to find an issue. She couldn't run anymore. There was nowhere for her to run anymore. Her whole body shook with fear and anticipation, as her mind churned frantically with all the things that could go wrong, and make her chances to escape this damn situation intact. The thin line separating her insanity from her sanity was fragile at best of times, and now that the Demon had found her again, the life will become hell again. And again she was so alone and small, felling so tired and abandoned by all.

   The thought hit her like a slap.

   She was not alone. At least not tonight. Daren was here, in her living-room. But if she really wanted him to help her, she'll have to let him in on her space at some time. The choice was hard, and let a bitter taste in her mouth. It was going to be hard to trust someone, especially if that someone was a man, and Daren Gray in particular. But she was damned to stay in her room alone, with those green, evil eyes staring at her, mocking her... So before she could change her mind, and, to her credit, with the slightest hesitation she turned the handle and stepped in her living room.

                  - Something's wrong? - Daren asked, taking in her discomposure. - Another bad dream?

   She opened her mouth as if to answer, but she seemed unable to find her voice. Alice bit down on her lip, hesitating. This was appearing to her to be a very bad idea, but she was damned to be in her room alone. When in doubt, jump straight for it.