La Diabla

1: Francisco

Hmm. Throwing yourself off a building should not allow you to keep thinking right? Wait was I already dead? Is this the shit that happens after you die?

How am I listening to my thoughts? Where's the fucking voice coming from?

Ohh what the fuck. What is that! Is that light?

As I opened my eyes.. blue. Bright blue sky. I had to blink rapidly to adjust my eyes. As I began to get my sight back something in the back of my head told me I wasn't dead.

"Oh for fuck sakes you God's. You can suck my dick." I hissed. As I tried to sit up I was knocked out by a sudden pain in my head. "Shit."

"Hey. Just stay down for a sec." Somebody says. I continue laying and I feel someone come to my side. He was old. He had a grey bread and piercing blue eyes. Hmm.

"I'm not dead huh?" I said rubbing my head. He started smiling, pretty teeth.

"Nope. Aren't you glad?" He says. Sitting next to me on the ground. I roll my eyes and groan. "No I'm not glad. I'm not suppose to be here. I don't belong here. I don't have anyone here. I'm alone..." tears started running down my face, but I wasn't crying.

"Come on. Let me help you up." He says getting up and grabbing my arms. As I get up I felt dizzy and all of a sudden black consumes me.

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I was awaken by the sudden smell of something good being cooked. Geez, I'm starving. I look around and try to remember how I'd end up in this place.

"Oh man. Did I sneak into somebody's house again?" I whisper scratching my head, which is full of tangles and Jesus I don't even remember the last time I showered.

"No you did not sneak into my house. And what do you mean again young lady? Clean up and come down stairs for my some food. Hope you're hungry there's a lot to eat. Fresh clothes and towels on the bathroom counter." He says as he leaves a tray that's holding a glass of water and some fruit. He walks out before I have the chance to thank him. I run to the tray and finish what was in it in a flash.

As I walk to the bathroom I burp and begin to take the pieces of clothing I had and I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror.

Dirt covered my body like it was my skin. & my hair? I looked disgusting. I looked like an animal.

I jump into the shower and relax under the warm water. As I did my business I didn't realize I took forever until my fingers started looking like a grandmas hand. I hopped out and I felt good. It's been decades since I've had a shower.

I change quickly and hurry down the stairs. I follow the smell of food and finally walk into the kitchen.

"I never got your name?" Was the first thing I say as I walk in to a room with a long table filled with different foods. My mouth watered at the sight. 

"Francisco. You are, Alina Luna." He says staring at me as I stared at the different foods. "Please. Help yourself. It's all for you." He says still watching me. I grab a few plates that were placed beside the tables and begin to fill them up.

As I sat with three different plates I dug in and ate like a dog. I heard someone clear their throat at the end of the table and whispers. I looked up and their was a lady dressed in a maids outfit. She looked disturbed? Francisco and her were looking at me.

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask, grabbing the napkin and wiping my face. I burp loudly. "Oops excuse me." I say giving them a big smile.

"Oh she's perfect." The maid whispers to herself but I heard her.

Excuse me?