The wind felt cold, and the streets were isolated. No sign of a single soul, that's because they were out here. The ones that bring out carnage. We can't see them but feel their presence, it's like a pressure is being exerted on you, something that'll make you feel crazy, that bends your will and makes it crumble. It's not a pleasant feeling and no one wants to experience it again. But here I am walking down the street with a bag of beer and smokes for my dad. It's quiet when he takes them, he doesn't bother me or the sounds that come out his mouth don't disrupt my peaceful endeavors.
We have been on lockdown for almost two months right now, shielded by celestial beings who swore to protect us till this storm passes. Everybody got supplies to last them a year, but you can't say that about alcohol and nicotine. This is what he wanted and there won't be any peace if. I don't bring it. I don't want to fill the role of mom in his life…. Never again..
It was hard getting these, no store was opened of course that was obvious. I had to break in,it was quite daunting. They said a war is going on, and all humans were told to stay indoors, something we can't see. Obviously we are ordinary people and our body can't process something beyond our logic. But we can feel the insane pressure when they're close to us.
The street was isolated and quiet, I felt nothing but the cold. It was dark too and peaceful, maybe it was all a lie and I could stay here, and maybe the man at home can die from withdrawal. I contemplated the idea while standing next to a street light. It's crazy that there's nobody outside. It's too quiet, even my footsteps are so loud even though I'm light on my feet. I don't know if we were put on a trance to stay indoors, because everybody obediently went indoors.
The quiet and peaceful scenery was relaxing, I sat down to a bench next to the street light. He could wait a few minutes to get his poison back. I wish I could just kill him, I hate those feelings,. I hate when I have to behave like mom to him. I hate when he forces me to behave like that. I hate that I have to be careful with what I do when he's around, he's always around. I hate it when I feel his breath on my skin,I hate that mom and Sara didn't come back. I hate that house . I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate.
I HATE IT
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Something familiar yet terrifying, pressing down on me, forcing me down to ground, I couldn't move. My blood vessels were stiff, I couldn't breathe. I'm going to die, my limbs can't move. ‘Help’ the word couldn't come out of my mouth or the world won't let it come out. This feeling was a terrifying thing. I can't believe I have to experience this again because of him, that man, my father. This is all his fault, I can be free from him hahaha yes I can be free, if I die now. I don't know what moved my head, but I looked in the direction where the pressure was coming from. Normally we can't move when they're close to us, but why is my head moving to face it. Why am I curious at the face of death?
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Big jaws, granite skin. Mouth widens to the cheekbones. Yellow ears , teeth curve like sickles, black tongue. I can feel its breath, cold like ice . Why, why am I able to see them? Is it because I'm close to death right now? Haha I was laughing. I don't know why. It deformed shape and everything left me in awe. Am I being enchanted by this creature of the abyss? Because it was absolutely beautiful, I moved closer to it. Ice cold breath on my face, I want more of it. Everything I have it's on a platter for it to take.
Please take me everything is yours just let me have a feel of your body that's only what I can ask for. It started moving closer to me, I don't know if it's walking or floating. I don't care, just come to take me. Its hand wrapped around my space like a serpent.
Too bright, no blinding or my eyes couldn't process it. Too fast or beyond my logic, maybe my brain rejected it what my eyes saw and couldn't process it. Have I ever saw such bright light? I'm not sure.. But that bright light or beam pushed the grotesque creature away from me followed by a loud sound of it crashing on a nearby building. I turned to the direction the light came from and it was majestic, the light it emits was blinding and relieving. I felt light when they touched me, my knees gave way and I fell down. Feathers like snow, they flapped in such a gentle way. Its moments were subtle and divine. A concentrated light in the form of a circle above its head, face perfectly curved and eyes inducing. So this is an angel. It didn't look at me and just went pass me. In an hostile stance against the creature who is getting the debris of the building off its body.
They went against each other at such speed my eyes couldn't process. Clashing against each other but no sound came out, the angel overpowering the demon who was looking for a place to flee. Our eyes met and it head towards my direction at such speed I couldn't react. Just a flash it was next to me and forcing my mouth open to get inside it, I don't know how I was able to swallow it but I did. Burns spread across my stomach and I lost control over my body, all I could do was see and whatever that was inside me did all the movements. The angel had a terrified look on its face and then returned to its normal expression going after me. It swung its sword towards me, my body moved but I wasn't fast enough, so my legs were grasped by it and a burn spread across them sending me to the floor. Why did the demon enter me? It doesn't make sense, my body couldn't keep up. The angel grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. I couldn't feel the pain. I wasn't in control of my body. Its hand still on my neck emitted a bright burning light, my lungs emptied the air in it, the sound that was coming out was not only mine but the other thing inside me. The angel put its hand into my mouth and drew something out of it. The line of light coming out of my mouth. It was something like an essence of life. The angel forced the demon out my mouth, it was extremely painful because the demon was clinging onto me. Forcing me out with it, if I follow it I'll definitely die, the angel responded by using its other free hand to hold my soul back and then it appeared. I can't say if it was moving or not because it of the speed which is something my very being can't comprehend. Three thorns sticking out of the angel chest, it was black like smoke, the trident. The angel stumbled and fell down, its divine wings crumbling. I don't know where the trident came from but I'm sure they waited for the angel to have its hand full before attacking.
The angel body was crumbling, the light leaving its body. No no this was my fault if the angel didn't try to save me maybe it would have been able to react to the trident. If I just went home to dad, none of this would have happened. It's always my fault, everything, Sara and mom. It was all a sudden noisy, the wind, insects and everything that made the world feel real. I could hear them.
“Hey, don't be sad.” It spoke with such calm and convincing voice.
“It wasn't your fault.”
It's my fault
“Don’t cry.”
I can't control these tears.
“You’re just a victim.”
No I'm the perpetrator
“Be happy, I'm just going back up.”
I don't have any source of such things that'll make me happy.
The angel grabbed my hand, it was rough because of the crumbling skin. Its wings are turning gray and withering. The angel removed one of its feathers from its back and placed it on my hand. It was warm and reassuring.
“Be careful with it, it's very brittle and can easily fade away. This is proof I have no ill will towards you.” The angel started crumbling to vapor.
“ Wish on anything and it'll come to pass…..
I don't know where the thought came from, maybe it was just automatic. Then everything went black.