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Chapter 2
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**** Present Day *****
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Darkness. Light doesn't exist here. Only the essence of tormented shadows and evil. No escape, no hope... no humanity. Only an empty void with the ruins of chaos. This dark realm can only exist in one place. In the depths of my soul. A place only I have access to through my dreams and nightmares. It's almost a home to me now. Every inch of this torturous world is a part of me and nothing can happen here without my knowing...or so I thought. There before me stood the devil's presence. A dark hooded figure with an outline that was barely human.
"This is your fault, you're the reason I died! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" His voice boomed throughout the empty void, the words striking me with extreme power. In an instant he was in front of me, his hood now lifted. Even though there wasn't a shred of light here, his body glowed and I could see his features. The creature standing before me was my father. He slowly lifted his hands up then immediately grabbed my neck cutting off my oxygen supply. As his grip tightened, he said to me "You killed me, now it's my turn to kill you." Then he started to cry tears of blood but with a vicious smile on his face.
"I'll see you in hell." Then he was gone.
I woke up with a start. Beads of sweat ran down my face.
Beep. Beep. Beep. I turned to the direction of the sound. It was just my alarm clock, it read 4:51am. Might as well get ready now that I'm up. I dressed in my black skinny jeans that have slight rips in the thighs and knees, a white tank top with dark tattoo designs across it and a dark hooded jacket. To top it off, I put on my black converse that have green spray paint splotches in different areas. I looked in the mirror taking in the final product. My wavy, dark brown hair hung in cascades down my back, slightly touching waist. My makeup looked fine with just a bit of mascara and a hint of black eyeliner that made my dark hazel eyes stand out a bit. I was ready.
With that I started packing everything from the room into my duffel bag. It didn't take me long and when I had finished, I made sure to look around the now empty motel room one last time. I doubled checked for any evidence I might have left or anything that might have indicated that I had been staying here. Nope, it was clean. I grabbed by bag, closed the door, and headed down to the reception desk to check out.
A man in his 30's dressed in a doorman suit with a shaggy beard and dull blue eyes was standing behind the desk.
"Leaving already, baby?" He asked in a flirtatious voice.
"Don't even try, you're wasting your time." I didn't even bother to look at the expression on his face.
"Feisty, huh? Don't worry babe, I like my women like that. How about you come to my place and we can play... twister in my bed?" He leaned closer while his eyes roamed by body. "Or we could just do it here, cause that sexy ass of yours is just too tempting." His face was now only inches away from mine and I could smell the strong scent of alcohol in his breath.
I faked a smile and whispered seductively in his ear "Over your dead body." With that I grabbed his shirt, pulled him out of the desk and pinned him to the floor.
