Spade

Truth Will Out

I woke up to Mara screaming by my side. Shit. I probably was covered in blood again. There's no way for me to get out of this.

"What happened to you?!" She yelled.

I looked at my soaking body. Yup, no way of getting out of this.

"I promise to tell you if you help me." I responded.

"Okay, this better be good." She calmed down.

She took my hand and basically threw me in the tub. Turned on the scorching hot water and didn't give a shit no matter how much I yelled. She washed all the blood off of me, scrubbing every inch of me clean. Threw my clothes away with the bedsheets and wrapped me around in a towel, sitting me on the edge of the tub.

"Talk." She kneeled down in front of me.

"Okay. This is gonna sound crazy."

"Crazier than waking up drenched in blood? Please! I can handle crazy."

"Jamie is right, Alastair is a soul collector, he transports me to his world almost every night and every time I go there I wake up covered in blood. I asked him why, he said there are consequences of going there." I spoke fast.

"Wait, what?" She looked confused. "Dude just tell me you killed someone."

"No, I didn't I swear. Just... Check the camera feed."

She lifted one of her eyebrows and again, took me by the hand pulling me to the control room for the cameras, my other hand holding the towel tightly.

"Okay. Let's see." She sat in front of the computer searching through last nights feed. I was excited. My heart was beating off my chest finally learning what is happening to me at night. "There!" She pointed.

3:30AM: I slowly rise from the bed with my eyes closed. My face turns straight at the camera and my eyes open. Completely white. Mara jumped. I walk around the room checking for something.

4:00AM: I go to the corner of the camera, probably hoping it's a blind spot, and I vanish. WHAT?! Mara sped up the feed. I'm nowhere to be seen.

6:00AM: I appear back on the bed drenched in blood.

"What the fuck....." Mara couldn't take her eyes off the screen. She slowly clicked delete, erasing the footage. "I can't let him see this. This will fuck him up for good. Can't let him see this."

"You okay?"

"How are you okay?! How is this normal for you?!" She yelled.

"Trust me it's not. It's just, with everything that's been happening to me the past weeks this is the least fucked up one."

"You need to tell me everything. I promise I'll keep it a secret, also I have no other choice if my dad knows this he'll go insane. No one can know about this."

"Well, no one did."

"No one did until you were stupid enough to have a sleepover with a demon attached to you."

"Can I dress up now?" I softly asked.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. I'll get us drinks you go dress up and TELL ME EVERYTHING."

I ran upstairs hoping to not be seen by Mara's dad. I put on the clothes in my bag, taking clean underwear from the laundry. I had no other choice. Seeing my parents again resulted in me having to wear my friend's underwear. Gross.

Before I left I looked at the mirror. I really hope I'm not doing anything wrong by telling Mara. Why am I like this? She gets answers immediately just because I accidentally made her a part of this. No, I'm not going to take the blame. It was Spade's fault for pulling me in when he knew there were consequences for that. Mara has to know before she gets any other ideas. I am not a killer. I am merely the victim of a soul collector who my parents signed me away to. I became a property at a young age. I was never meant to be me. I was never meant to be a free, independent human being. I was sold to a soul collector for the cost of my parent's life. Want something? Give something equal, type of deal. Even though it was my parents deal, I had to be pulled in it as well. I gave away my freedom and independence in exchange for my life. What's the point? Living attached to someone, never getting to be your own person, never getting a peaceful sleep, never getting to make choices... and I get to live like that. Then what is the point of living if I have no saying how my life goes. A bigger cause. People like to believe that. Maybe this is all for a bigger cause. A bigger, better cause. Anything other than being a Barbie doll for a soul collector.