Hi Lovelies
It's Lovely
HERSELF
SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS POST BASED ON A TRUE STORY
I went through the darkest moment a person can have in his or her life. I went through darkness, and I met the devil who introduced himself as a friend. He guided me to the world of death. I decided to talk about it and maybe it will help me in a way that I can handle being still alive in a better way, to become a better person, to take off memories, and relieve some thoughts. So I will take you on a journey that left a lovely person behind and that created a person with a broken heart and almost no hope. And this is my story about my experiences before that day when I wanted to kill myself.
This is
Chapter 4 - Signals and Cross-Roads
This book is for MATURE audiences only! There is STRONG sexual content, explicit language, violence, and lots of R-rated situations. Read with caution!
18 days ago
I awoke the next morning, my head still spinning with the thoughts of that voice inside my head. I mean, I always knew I was crazy, but still, I was only 18 and thought it was a little too soon to be hearing voices. I always thought I'd hear voices when I was around 70.
I dressed in a plain black hoodie, leather leggings, leather gloves, and bright purple Crocs. Yes, I know, I'm one of those cool people who wear Crocs. I let my white hair flow freely around my shoulders as I slid my leather gloves over my hands, and headed out the door.
Today is the day... I'm going to get a job.
I passed my house, not bothering to address my mother who I knew was watching me from her bedroom window like she did every morning. She liked to keep the doors locked, she thought if they were unlocked, I'd prance in there, like freaking Rudolph the Lightening Nosed Reindeer and murder her. I don't even remember the last time I was in that house.
I set out to the street, tucking my gloved hands into the sleeves of my hoodie as I approached Dunkin' Donuts. I like donuts, I like coffee, maybe this is the job for me. The place was busy, as I'm sure it is most Saturday mornings. There was a bunch of people tapping away on their laptops trying to look successful. 'Oh, hey y'all, I have a job, and you can tell I have a job because of the way I'm slamming my hands into my keyboard so loudly so that everyone can hear.' Ugh. I walked in, noticing the cashier with the name tag "Tonya". "Hi, are you hiring?" I asked Tonya. She looked up at me as she made a coffee order, her hair was pulled back so tightly into a bun that her eyebrows were pushed upwards, giving her that 'oh shit I'm surprised' look. "Um, no, I don't think so." She said slowly, giving me one last look before putting a lid on the pipping hot coffee. "Darn. That's unfortunate. Are you sure? Can I just like try it out?" I asked, smiling. She looked at me for a minute, before turning her attention to one of her coworkers. They talked for a few minutes, almost as if I wasn't even there. Alright, Lovely. This is your moment. You've trained your entire life for this. Let's make this shit get awkward.
"Excuse me? Toyota? Did you hear what I said?" She glared at me, "It's Tonya. And I thought I made it clear that I was done talking to you." I feigned innocence, "Okay sorry. Let me try again. Excuse me, Toyota Camry Honda Odyssey fuck me in the ass Lamborghini sports car vroom-vroom Eat More Chicken, are you hiring?" She stared at me, muttering something under her breath before she turned away.
"Well, you're a cunt." I muttered under my breath, as I walked out of the store. I really hate it when people are rude to me for no apparent reason. I'm so totally respectful.
I'm coming
I heard the voice whisper in my ear again, my scar on my back began its insensate burning and I groaned.
"Dude, first off, you, like, reek of cigarettes, and second, if you're going to cum, just cum, but be sure your pull-out game is strong," I muttered under my breath, yanking my hood over my head.
I heard, what sounded to be a sinister laugh, as the burning pain subsided, and the voice scurried away. Yeah bitch, run away, Fear Me. I spent the rest of the day begging for jobs at Starbucks, Target, Toys R' Us, and Babies R' Us. Unfortunately, I got banned from Babies R' Us, because I made one-too-many sex jokes to a humorless mom and her rotten little baby. By the time I was done failing at my job search, it was 5:56 pm, and I was making my way towards Papa Joey. I had worked up an appetite, and my stomach was pissed at me. I made my way down the street, the sky was turning dark, stormy gray as nighttime began to fall onto the sad city. My gloved hands were shoved deep into my pockets, my hood covered 99.9% of my face as I waited for the streetlight to turn green. I heard a noise that sounded like a deep growl, emit from the trees behind me. The freezing wind swept my hair in front of my face as I glanced into the dark trees. I clicked the button on the streetlight furiously, as I impatiently waited for the light to turn. The wind began to pick up, and a storm began to settle in on the peaceful city. Normally, I'd be happy to have a storm, because where there are storms...there's lightning. But at the moment, I didn't feel too happy. The dark noises behind me were starting to unnerve me. There was another growl, that seemed to be hushed by a series of harsh whispered voices. Okay, this was starting to freak me out. I clicked the button rapidly and almost considered committing one of the most heinous crimes possible... J-Walking, when I sensed a presence behind me. A tall man stood behind me, his hair was ink black, the tips were dyed frosted white, he had these watery gray eyes that stared right into my soul. He was built, his muscles bulged from the tight, white, t-shirt he was wearing. It was cold as hell, how was this punk wearing a freaking t-shirt?
"Lovely Heaven?" The man asked me, his voice was airy and raspy. I winced at the use of my mother's last name.
"Who are you? And how do you know my name? Wait no, lemme rephrase this. Why the fuck are you wearing a t-shirt, you must be one chilly dude." I said nervously. Inside the deep pockets of my hoodie, I subtly removed the gloves from my hands. This guy was starting to freak me out.
"You have been summoned by your Master. Come with us." He stated, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. He wasn't asking, he was ordering.
At the word us, five other men emerged from the darkness of the forest. Each of the men, unlike the first, was covered head-to-toe in thick, black cloth. Their heads were covered with heavy hoods. They all stood tall, and the only thing I could see was their eyes. Their eyes were black, with a deadly glint that made me pull my bare hand from my pocket. "Master?" I cracked up, "Sorry fellas, I'm rogue, I'm rebellious, and I belong to no one. Except for Thor, man, I love that dude. Imagine his penis, that shit must be huge." I stated, trying to keep that twinge of fear from entering my voice. My tactic against fear was always humor. All five of them stared at me, unmoving, their eyes stone set with a stern, and scary severity.
"I need you to come with me, now. You can either come with me now, or I can force you. You won't like it if I have to force you." The man who had approached me first stated, is watery gray eyes flashed with his threat.
"Is this a joke? Are you guys working with my nonexistent friends to pull a prank? Very funny." I wasn't laughing. This wasn't funny. My heart was hammering in my chest as the cloaked men blocked my path towards civilization.
There was only one option for escape, and that was the forest. How fucking inconvenient. "I do not joke." The man said as he made a move towards me. But I was already gone, racing through the forest and screaming out for help as I ran. It was stupid, I know. I should have just run towards the closest store, run inside, and screamed for help. Unfortunately, these little bastards were blocking my exit, so the woods were really my next best option. I heard the rubbery squeaking noise my Crocs made as I sprinted. I should have taken them off, but "No Croc left behind," was a saying I really valued. I was fast, I needed to give myself that, because if I didn't then I would stop being friends with myself. But these little rats were much, much faster. I heard the soft sounds of their feet hitting the forest floor as they trailed close behind me. My breath was catching in my throat, and I felt cold pain rising through me as I pumped my arms and ran with everything I had in me. I turned to look back at them, to see how close they were to me, but a root sticking up from the ground caught my foot, and I tumbled to the forest floor. Pain seared through my leg as I pulled my leg free and stood up, watching in horror as they few towards me. I turned to look back at them, to see how close they were to me, but a root sticking up from the ground caught my foot, and I tumbled to the forest floor. Pain seared through my leg as I pulled my leg free and stood up, watching in horror as they few towards me. I felt my body sparking to life as I glanced down at my hands, watching as they sparked dangerous streaks of purple. I felt my body hum as electricity circled my entire being. My survival instincts were taking over as my body became alert with its own power. "I really don't want to hurt any of you," I said lowly and watched in confusion as the unmasked man with the watery gray eyes simply smirked, his pale pink lips turning up, it was almost as if he were mocking me.
"Grab her." He said lowly, and suddenly the world went into action. One of the men lunged towards me with inhumane speed, but the second he touched my skin, I felt myself being pumped with pure electricity. Bright sparks flew out of my skin, and latched themselves onto him, he screamed as he reeled back, the smell of bubbling flesh burned my nostrils. "S-Sorry." I stammered, holding my bright hands up as I begged the sky for a bolt of lightning.
Sure enough, the second another man made a move for me, neon bolts of lightning flashed out from my fingertips, my head buzzing, as both men fell to the grass. My body felt like it was truly alive, adrenaline hummed through me as I heard both men groan, and yet, stand back up. They weren't supposed to get up. No one gets up after a bolt of lightning hits them. One of the men's eyes turned completely black until no white was visible in his eyes, his monstrous face glared at me with hate. The unmasked man glared at me, "Lovely, we're not going to hurt you. I just need you to come with me, it's for your own good. I do not want to make you." These men weren't human. "Fuck no, " I said as another series of sparks flew from my fingertips. This time, though, the men dodged it. "Now, now, now....what does Hell have to do with anything?" A dark voice boomed from behind me. It was that voice, his voice, and I could smell the essence of mint and cigarettes slice through my nostrils. My scar began to burn as I came face to face with some inhumane, monstrous being. He towered over me like some unearthly presence. His skin was pasty white, and covered with dark tattoos. He looked to be pure, lean muscle, his eyes were dark and animal-like with flicks of blood-red in them. His jaw was sharp and deadly, his teeth bleached white and straight, but the ends of them were pointed slightly-sharp, almost as if they were fangs. His hair was ink black and slicked down, even in the raging winds of the night, not a hair blew out of place. His tattooed hands were lined with a series of jeweled rings, he wore an all-black suit, his dark, bloodied eyes never leaving mine. The entire time I stared at him, I felt my scar searing with pain. I couldn't help the heat flow into my eyes as I winced from the pain. It felt like a white-hot iron was being fried into my back. This was some Voldemort vs. Harry Potter shit.
"Y-You..." I whispered, realizing He was the voice that had been talking in my head. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up with a flame that appeared out of nowhere, and blew a puff of smoke my way. "Me." He chuckled darkly, his voice was demeaning and overpowering. I felt myself take a few steps back as I tried to collect my thoughts. "Y-You knows, you really shouldn't blow cigarette smoke into people's faces...it's rude." I stammered, my heart racing with pure panic. I backed right into a brick wall and felt two strong arms latch themselves around me. The un-masked man had his grip on me, and even with the waves of lightning I felt my skin emit, he merely winced and held his place firm.
"Sir, I swear, we have this under control." He stammered as he addressed the inhuman stranger.
"Oh, I can see that. I sent you useless fucks to bring the girl to me, and yet you can't. Why is that?" The red-eyed man questioned condescendingly, blowing out a puff of perfectly ringed smoke, clearly unaffected by the winds that were currently bitch slapping me in the face.
"You told us she had no control over her power, sir. It seems she does." The unmasked man stated, his grip tightening on my arms.
The red-eyed man looked thoughtful for a moment, before cocking his head to the side and staring at me.
"Is that so? Well, surely if she gave you bastards a little show, she can give me one. Isn't that right, little Lovely?" His voice was laced with cruelty and mockery as he smirked at me, taking another hit from the cigarette.
"W-Who are you?" I asked, trying not to let the fear creep into my voice, but you could hear the ripple of uncertainty graze my words.
The red-eyed man chuckled, "Well isn't it obvious? I'm the Devil, darling."
To be continued...
