Chapter one-Escape the fate
"HELL IS NOT A PLACE WHERE WE GO WHEN WE DIE BUT A PLACE WE SEE EVERYDAY."
The sign read Frankfort,Kentucky and it was three in the morning. Not a car on the road besides me.. I have been driving for one whole day. One after another the streetlights began to flicker as I drove down the road. My headlights were already faint because I decided stupidly not to replace them last minute. No, that's a lie. I just didn't want to waste time replacing the lights because I was in a rush. A rush to leave. Where was I heading so fast? Well, I wanted to get away from everything back in New York. Run so far away that when I turn my head left to right there are only palm trees , ocean, and sand. A place of paradise. Maybe live in a little shack where no one can find me..
My radio began to get static as I got further down the interstate. Damn. I tried changing the station but every station was buzzing with static. Great. No more Avenged Seven-fold to serenade me for the ride. I heaved a sigh as my car began to sputter and soon after completely stall. It's here. It had to be. You can't outrun everything right? Well aside from zombies. The headlights turned off as if being beckoned into the darkness. No cars , trucks , or other vehicles could be seen. Luckily. I took a deep breath preparing for what came next. When one is a child of hell it tends to follow you...everywhere.
The mist began to sweep in from the front of the road like a wave. It almost looked piping hot. I felt it long before I saw it. The feeling of complete and utter sadness. It washed over me like the softness of a blanket. Tears began to swell up in my eyes. Not too long after I felt the sharp pain of a million knives stabbing through my skin over and over. I gasped as through the mist there was an image. No! No! Not him...anything but him.
Inside the image there was a shape of a man with a sharp knife in his hand. Slowly, the hand reached for the throat and all I could do was watch in utter shock.Shadowy skulls formed in the mist one after another laughing at me like they always did. It was the person though that had me frozen. He wouldn't. He couldn't. But what if the curse had already taken effect? What if it had already taken his life.
I sat still waiting for the searing fire that came after the image. It burned forcing my throat to become as dry as the desert. No amount of water could quench this. Then the mist receded as if being beckoned back to hell like an obedient beast.
Darrian was just preparing to fall asleep. It was exactly midnight and a single day had passed since she left him. Yes, that dreadful moment. He could picture the feeling of being torn in two like an apple being sliced in half. The feeling had long since gone. He couldn't truly feel the pain. Maybe it just hasn't sunken in yet.
His head hit the soft pillow that her head had once touched. No sooner had his eyes shut did he feel a familiar presence. Ghosts. His belief in ghosts has been kept secret. It was best that way. Not even she would consider him sane. Maybe she left because he wasn't sane? Maybe that was it? It would make sense. Her sudden need to pack everything that could fit in a duffle bag, hop into a car, and just leave without so much as a goodbye.
If he disappeared today who would care? All he had left was her. Now, she wasn't even there. A cold as chilling as ice overwhelmed him. Sleep just was not going to happen again. The blackness behind his eyes began to change. It was like he was dreaming but he could still feel his body. A touch as soft as a feather from a bird slid across his bare arm. It was her again...Haunting him for what he had done. He could feel her ice cold blue eyes glaring at him, and the scream before they became drained of life.
“Darrian, She played you for a fool.” The whisper was like a fresh wind breeze past his ear. “ Leaving you without a single word. “
His hands balled into a fist. Maybe his mistake was worth committing suicide over. It was better than jail if anyone ever found out. He wanted to punch the air and scream at it.
“My Darian, I told you nothing good would ever come from falling in love with that one.Come with me. Join me.” The words were hollow now. Death. It was a inviting invitation.
“Go away Lex.” If he said it the ghost would fade away. It always worked that way. She came when he was at his darkest and left when he was not vulnerable. He was stronger than this.
“If only that would work. You dug this grave. I am here to watch it burn. “
“No! I don’t want to hear it . Please Join me. I’m lonely in this cage.”
“Lex, I can’t .” He sat up from the bed opening his eyes to the dark of his room. She was gone. His eyes wouldn't bear to look at the ghostly figure of her. The cold was now receding with every second. Would another scar be looked at so sadly?
He made his way towards the kitchen by walking out of his bedroom and down the stairs. The kitchen was dark but he needed no light to tell where his knives were stored. He grabbed the first knife and brought it to the side of his arm. The cold steel felt welcomed as it dug into the side of his arm. He felt the liquid from his blood drip down his arm as if soothing his brain.
He dropped the knife into the sink afterwards. It wasn't as if she could scold him now. His hands wrapped a towel around the wound. Lex...damn her...even in death she knows how to mess with him.
The night came to pass and sleep wasn't happening. His TV was blaring some show that no one in their right mind would willingly watch. Chatter from the characters were just background to the thoughts running through his head.
He couldn't hear the squeal of car tires as they pulled up into his driveway. Nor could he hear the sound of someone pounding his front door desperately. All he wanted was to slip into the night and never see the light again. She was his light...and she is gone. Took off without even leaving a note for him to decode.
A sound of the front door coming off the hinges didn't reach him. He couldn't hear the feet that scurried up the steps in his house. The door slammed opened in his room. There she stood with those venomous eyes of hers that could stop any man in his tracks.
“Shawna..” His words were nothing more than mere hope. Maybe he was hallucinating. Death may have very well been at his front door...teasing the last breaths he could make out to leave his body.
“Darrian...You're alive? “ The question was rather silly.
“Why wouldn't I be alive? Is there some reason I should be dead?” He watched her flick the lights on in the room. It proved that what was before him was the real thing. Not a hallucination from the dead.
“Well ...no. “
“Do you mind explaining why you packed your bags and left?”
“ I can’t...I can’t tell you. You wouldn't understand.”
“Wouldn't understand ? What bullshit excuse is that? “ He could feel the blood starting to leak through the towel.
“The safest one?”
“I don’t need safe Shawna. I need the truth. Did you find someone else? Is the love gone?Leaving without a word is an awful way of trying to make a safe decision.”
“I can’t explain it. It wasn't because I didn't love you. It was because I love you that I had to leave. “
“Where the hell did you come up with that logic?”
“I thought it was best.” Shawna noticed the red stained towel wrapped around his arm. Maybe it wasn't for the best ...but it was for the best for him.
“Best for whom? You?”
“I can’t say.” The argument was at a stalemate. There was no way she was going to tell him the truth. The TV had been turned down so that they were no longer screaming at each other. “ What happened to your hand?”
“Don’t try to change the topic on me. “
“Don’t try to pretend like you didn't do that to yourself?” Her accusation was almost patronizing to him. Words were to be left alone. His eyes watched her turn around and storm down the stairs. Just another typical argument. This made him smile at just the thought that maybe she would stay this time.
He was finally able to sit up but his arm felt like it was becoming numb. With the volume on the TV turned down he could hear Shawna fumbling around downstairs. It sounded like she was trying to make dinner but was in a serious rage about his arm.
A small cup tinged as it was placed on a dinner table. The dinner was empty besides a waitress, cashier, and chief. The food was supposedly awful he had found out from two patrons earlier who had a small fight before they left. It was eight at night. Fine by him. It wasn't like people were his favorite subjects to watch.
His Tanned fingers tapped on the newspaper on the table as if what was written there had some attachment to him. “ Sir, We will be closing in about an hour. Is there anything I can get you before then.”
“Just another cup of tea please.” The waitress in her dirty smock and ripped up jeans grabbed the cup and stomped away. His focus went back to the newspaper where the headline wrote: MISSING FEMALE YET TO BE FOUND. The article read;
A female teenager’s sudden disappearance over three years ago shakes an entire foundation of a small town. Lexi Allwell disappeared at the age of 14. Today would mark the fourth anniversary of her disappearance. The town and the family have urged anyone that knows anything about this to step forward and are awarding a ransom of about 500,000 thousand dollars.
She was last seen wearing tight blue denim-jeans with a T-shirt that represented the band Breaking Benjamin. After four years have passed the family of this young girl are still clinging on to the hope that she is still alive today. A candlelight vigil will be held for Lexi on September 6th . A week from today. Please attend to help support the Allwell family in finding their precious daughter.
It was entertaining to see an article about someone who was already dead. These people and their hopes. Ha, if only they knew...
A smirk crossed his face as the waitress brought back the cup in huff. “ You must really like the tea here...”
“Oh, I would say its to die for except well the food will kill you.” His eyes went back to the paper as if her walking away didn't really matter. His interest was in Lexi. The man who killed her thought that no one knew where her body was buried or even why the girl had died. But a secret always has a loop hole. Especially when hell is involved.
“Sweetie, can you show yourself? Or are you gonna have too much fun watching me suffer alone?”
“I wasn't hiding. I just don’t want that waitress to send you to a institution for the crazies. “ She appeared like a white mirage before his eyes. Cooling the area across him to a near point of freezing if one was ...well human.
“Don’t you know. I’m very much insane. I mean I didn't seek you out as a human for no damn reason. No one knows the deal we made. It has to stay that way before I start this war.”
“Oh, but it’s so much more fun when you pretend to be sane.” Lexi’s form disappeared after that. The man stood up leaving a one hundred dollar tip on the table and walked out of the dinner.