Chapter Text
Chapter 1.
I remember dying. That fateful day in the city. I had ran away from home. Sick of my pestering stepmother, and my father who didn’t care about her abuse towards me. I had snuck out, ran off, hitched a ride with a kind elderly cat. She dropped me off at a gas-station in down-town. I bought a bag of chips and headed out.
I should’ve known about criminals. I was stupid. I sat on a bench and looked at the beautiful lights of the advertisements around me. Thats when I met him.
The Devil.
I turned ever so slightly towards him. I didn’t know him. What if he wanted to hurt me? Of course he did. I mean, he was the devil. If I knew that then…
“You’re a little young to be out here by yourself, don’t you think?” He asked.
I blinked. Was he talking to me? Of course he was talking to me, idiot! I turned my head away and let my fluffy hair cover my face.
“I’m 17. It’s fine.”
I didn’t see it, but I could feel his grin in my soul. He had latched on, and it was too late.
When I looked back up again, he was gone. I didn’t hear him leave… Where did he go?
Behind me, someone put a knife against my neck.
That was sudden, I thought to myself. Too shocked to be scared, I blinked and said “Whomp whomp”
Why did I just say that!? Looking back on it now, I realized how stupid that sounded. Even THEN I knew how stupid it sounded. But to what extent of stupidity? I still don’t know. What I know is, however, that thats what my brain goes to when I’m shocked. Saying the most stupid thing ever.
Without a response, the man-woman-WHOEVER slid the knife. Deep.
I heard myself gurguling, panicing.
And soon enough, I was dead.