The Royal Demon & The Lonely Girl

Chapter 13 - I'll Come Back

Esme looked around. Everything was white. Where was she?

"Hello?!" She called out. "Someone?! Day?!"

"Have you heard the story of the angel that detached her own wings?" A female voice had said.

Upon hearing this voice Esme quickly turned around and covered her eyes as she was greeted by a bright light. Once she uncovered them she stared at the person who had spoken, she had long brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. "You are...!"

"The woman was a fallen angel." She starts. "She was a prostitute, since she had no other choice on how to make money... the woman had made sure to have never gotten pregnant." The woman smiled at Esme. "Until a mafia boss with golden eyes came to see her. To much surprise she became pregnant. Once she told her boss that, she had been fired, and with all the money she saved up she made sure to do her best to survive."

"Why are you telling me this? I know this story! Once the woman gave birth she just gave her child to some rundown orphanage because she would never be loved!" Esme yelled.

The woman laughed at that. "I see you truly don't know the whole story. Once the woman gave birth to the child she realized she looked a lot like her... and the woman also noticed that she wasn't a fallen angel... but a pure one."

"A pure angel...? What...?" Esme muttered.

"Esme. Do you know why that woman gave that child to an orphanage?"

"Because she didn't love her child." Esme answered.

"Wrong. She loved the child... she truly did... it was because she didn't want the child to turn out like her. She wanted the child to live a happy life, and not be unhappy with a whore of a mother or a damaged in the head mafia boss... an orphanage was the next best thing... and then the woman went insane a year after giving away her child... she ended up committing suicide..." She says with a sad smile.

"Esme. Do you know why I named you that?" She asked.

"No..." she says, her eyes were glassy with tears.

"Esme means to be loved... and it seems you are... not only by me... but by that devil too..." The woman said, her eyes turning glassy as well. "I understand you may hate me right now... and I understand if you hate me for the rest of your life and the next... but I will always love you Esme..."

"Mom!" Esme yelled, reaching her arm out to try and grab her hand.

Yet she opened her eyes, she was now conscious. She sat up and looked around. She felt something on her face. "I'm crying...?" She muttered, wiping her eyes.

She looked at the wall, well what was left of it. "That's right... the monster! And Day...! Wait." She looked around. "Day!" She says, standing up. "Day...? Where are you?!"

She then noticed something, a piece of paper on the counter. She got nervous, yet picked it up anyways.

And at that moment she wished Day hadn't taught her to read these small words. She dropped the paper.

More tears had left her eyes. As she fell to her knees and sobbed more than she ever had before. Three small words had made her scream and cry. Then she ended up passing out on the floor with a hard thud.

Neighbors had came to see what the ruckus was about and realized the wall was in shambles. They noticed the girl on the floor and called the police, an ambulance and the owner of the building.

One of the neighbors picked up the piece of paper and read it to themselves, confused on what it meant:

I'll Come Back