"Go on, do it", IT said sitting opposite me, "Your marked Hayden my dear girl, one way or another your his!"
I sat there looking aimlessly at where the razor was hovering above my wrist. It would be so easy. I look at IT where it sat in front of me. IT isnt a handsome creature with greasy blonde hair and burgandy red eyes. Its so pale that it is nearly transparent and so thin with scars covering its body which isnt covered by rags that IT calls clothes.
"Go on, do it Hayden what have you got left on this planet! Its time you joined him", IT goaded me.
"Will you shut up! Your not real!" I yell at IT and then just as I am about to drag the razor across my wrist as IT grins, there is a timid knock on the bathroom door.
"Hayden?" It is Sarah, my 9 year old foster sister, "Are you okay? Irina says dinner is ready".
I sigh, stand up and drop my razor in the sink, "Im just coming Sarah, tell Irina 5 minutes". I don't hear her reply as I'm looking at IT as he puts a dirty pale finger to its lips, grins and justs disappears. I breath out a big gust of air, unlock and open the bathroom door and make my way down stairs with a fake smile plastered to my face as I pretend that inside I'm not breaking.
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The Demons Mark
KorkuDeath follows Hayden Daniels. Her parents died when she was seven, her foster mother killed her foster father in front of her when she was ten and now her head teacher was decapitated in front of her at seventeen. As I said death follows her. But wh...
