The Hell In Helena

Chapter Eleven

End To Begin

He looked at me confused as if he wouldn't believe I'll actually ask him that question one day.

"Dad, I know she's a succubus now. I don't wanna hide anymore. I know she left us but—why?" I asked him as tears came running down my cheeks again.

He took a big sigh and said, "I know I can't keep this away from you forever. But I did this to protect you, Lena."

"But why?! How is this protecting me dad?! Can't you see I'm suffering?" I lashed out.

A tear drop from his face, "Because, Lena. She's in hell."

The room filled with silence as the paranoias in my head echoed.

And after a moment he added, "I know you'll want to know these things eventually, and now that you do, I'm afraid that one day I can't answer them for you."

"Dad—"

"And I know cause I'm a doctor, I'm supposed to know these things." He chuckled. "And I wouldn't care because I thought I was enough. But right now, it seems like I'm not." He looked down.

I felt bad, I shouldn't be selfish. I mean, he has gone through rough times as well. "Dad, you're enough, trust me." I hugged him again.

"I'm sorry, I just have questions, but you understand, don't you?" I wiped his tears.

"Yes," The old man answered sniffing.

But I want to make things right, dad.

"I'm fine now, I'm good. I won't ask anymore questions." I pulled him to get up. "Let's stop this before we get too corny." We both laughed.

"Thank you, Helena." He smiled at me. "I prepared breakfast." His mood suddenly changed.

I grinned, "Awesome! I'll catch up, just gotta tidy up my bed."

"Okay. Don't get too long, the foods must be cold by now," He chuckled as he continued to walk downstairs.

"Yeah." I nodded, as I reached something from my drawer.

"And I'm sorry, dad. You're gonna have to eat breakfast by yourself from now on." I whispered as I looked at the shiny blade from the drawer.

I lied. I still got questions, dad. I know it's hard for you for all these years, but what about me? Isn't it kind of unfair to put all these things on my shoulders and expect me to be just okay with it?

This time it's different. I won't run away anymore. I won't hide from reality. The reality that my mother was a literal devil who ruined my dad... ruined our family.

And I will not rest until I get some answers from her. Why did she did this? Why did she left us? Me? Hasn't she thought of the consequences she has left here on earth?

I now know why they're called devils, and to think of it she is the one who is selfish... not me, and not dad! Why did she did this!

Tears started to fall on the ground as I gripped the razor sharp blades I use to shave my legs for my date with Sky.

"And that jerk." I dropped my body to the ground due to the extreme pain on my limbs I was feeling since I woke up.

He was the real devil all along. Not me. He's the one who should be punished like this. His girlfriend was the real succubus.

"Not me!" I shouted to myself, careful not to let my father hear my voice from downstairs.

The world is one big irony. Good to devils but worst to angels. I turned around to see myself at the full body mirror beside my bed that I had since I was a eleven. I used to dance in front of it pretending to be a beautiful angel princess.

"But I ended up to be a demon instead," I laughed at my own complexion. "This is the messiest look I had so far." I smiled with a tear run down to my right cheek as I looked at myself for one last time.

I wiped the tear off and with a deep sigh I pierced my wrist vertically making a huge slit down my arm.

"I'll have to end this to see you." I cried my pain as my torso slammed on the ground flooded with red thick fluid.

"Goodbye, daddy." My voice cracked as I breathed my last.

As my vision slowly faded to the dark, I felt my body got weaker, my limbs got more and more numb. The same feeling when my illness acts up. Guess, I was already feeling the symptoms of death before actually dying. I managed to make a joke.

They say that your soul is still conscious for seconds even if your body is dead. That brain and your hearing are the last ones to die and dysfunction after death.

I felt a cold presence went beside my body, "Let's see what do we got here." A gravelly male voice remarked, as I felt his cold fingers somewhatz caressing my lifeless face.

"Hmmm. A doll face, such a pity."

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