I walked past my mother, not stopping even when she started to cry. Even now I could hear the shouts from my stepdad.
Threats
insults
I was all used to this.
But, now, I really thought that I could make it in my own.
I was so wrong .
The night was warm, like all the other June nights. There were grasshoppers and junebugs flying around, filling the air with their dangerous hiss.
"what the hell do they know," I said into the un merciful wind.
I wonder when it all went wrong. We used to be happy, my mom and me.
Then there was my stepdad.
At first he wasn't bad, but that's how it always happens right?
I think things started to go down hill when he had his accident in the factory.
His legs used to be strong, muscular and a good shape. Now they looks like deflated long balloons.
I can't imagine what it feels like to get your legs crushed under heavy machinery, but I can imagine what it's like to be hurt deeply.
After that be started to drink, whiskey became his deoderent, and bud light became his breath like poisonous gass.
Then
Well best not to get into that
He changed alright, changed into the beast he is now.
I pass by many dimly lit street lamps while remembering all this, their slightly yellow light complimentary to my mood.
I live in a small town, so no doubt a neighbor's going to see me and start spreading rumors, but they also knew about my situation.
Those also turned into rumors.
Whispers almost not audible to me, but obviously trying to be.
I heard his stepdad...
Yeah, no wonder that Tommy kid is messed up..
What I kind of mother...
I learned, in time, to brush all this knives off me. To turn them into weapons of my own.
I reach the train tracks that basically draw where the city line is. It was the favorite spot of my friends and I to kick back, smoke weed, and listen to loud music.
Several people have complained about us blaring Metallica at 1am, but I was in the sheriff's favor, this meaning we never got in trouble for this.
This also started rumors.
I bet that sheriff's...
Always thought that sherrif was a...
I bet the kid set him up and...
Not all of those rumors, however, were false.
You got to do what you got to do. No I never enjoyed it, but it got me what I want.
None of those friends really talk to me anymore, after all the rumors came out I don't blame them.
I tried to imagine that my friends were with me now; trying to remember where we all sat. But, this only made my mood worse.
Instead, I just sat down on the middle of the tracks.
No trains ran on these tracks now, hadn't in 50 years apparently, but at that moment, I wouldn't of cared anyway.
suddenly I hear foot steps. I raise my head, even though my heart was weighing it down severly, and saw in the moons outline what was coming at me.
I saw a man, slender, almost too slender I thought, and he seemed to have hair down to his ass.
I knew he could see me, I felt his eyes on me.
I had gotten good at telling when people were staring at me recently.
"Can I help you dude," I call out, putting as much as edge as I could into my voice.
But this didn't seem to stop him, or even effect him in anyway.
"No, but I can help you," he said, in a voice like he had made at least two people die.
I was scared, but also intrigued.
In all honestly, he would typically be my type.
thin, a little bit older, dark hair, and someone who isn't afraid of most things.
He came really close to me, I could smell his sent now. It was like a deep forest covers in darkness and bones.
I didn't dislike it.
"Hey there boy," he said in a sinister, almost greedy, voice.
"Do I know you," I ask him, my heart pounding now.
"No but I know you," he said and accompanied it with a grin.
"How?"
He started to step towards me, where as I then stepped back.
He chuckled, cold and where you could basically see his rib cage bouncing.
"Don't be frightened, I'm here to help you," he said.
I definitely didn't believe him, but I was curiouse.
"How--ww so," I stuttered.
He was then so close to me I could see his eyes.
Pitch black
I figured they were contacts, but that didn't really make sense since he was wearing a suit.
"If you had one wish, what would it be," he asked.
I was too stunned to lie, because now I could see that his teeth were sharper than most.
"I want people to talk to me again," I blurted out without thinking .
"Aww," he said with a seductive look, "you are just too cute."
Now we were face to face, and he leaned in.
I thought he was going to kiss me, but he went past my lips to my ear.
"I can make that a reality," he said, making his vowels linger.
"How," I asked, my face now bright red.
"Well," he started," All you have to do is give me something. when he said this his eyes flashed red and then back to black.
Now I was sure.
He was a demon, or at least a demonic being.
"What do you want," I said, my voice not as confident as I would of liked to be.
"Hmm," he hummed, "all I need is your soul."
He said this so nonchalantly that I almost just said yes right there and then.
But then my sense kicked in.
"I would have to think about it," I said, apparently not able to lie to this demon.
"I'm sorry handsome," he said and brushed my cheek, " I need an answer tonight or the deals off."
This definitely put pressure on me.
Here was a way I could fix my life, make it like it was before. And all I would have to do is give my soul, which at the begining of the day I didn't believe in.
But I also didn't start believing in Demons till now.
"ok," I said, seeing that I knew I was going to hell anyway, and my life would be better if I left it knowing I have people who love me.
"How do i...ummm..." I said, not able to really talk at this point.
I had never felt this way before; excited, scared, aroused, and hopeful.
There was no word to describe what I was feeling.
"All that I need is a kiss," he said and leaned in closer.
I was definitely not ready for this, but it was happening.
So, I kissed him.
Rather he really kissed me.
His lips were cold, and tasted like a lovers last words.
A breeze flew past me, lifting my shirt slightly.
He let go.
"mmmmm," he muttered, "that was one of the best kisses I've had from a dealer."
"Why," I started, "do I feel colder?"
"It come with the package, "you'll get used to it."
he started to turn around, coldly.
"Wait," I called after.
He turned his head to look at me, an annoyed look in his eyes."
"Yes, I have kept my promise and in the morning you'll see your wish come true."
"Thank you," I started, "but that's not what I was going to ask."
He stopped in his tracks, and turned to face me again.
I couldn't back down now.
"Be mine," I said, "And I can offer you something better."
He was definitely interested, his eyes, black pool of ink, had a certain curiosity swimming in them.
"And what could you possibly offer me," he asked, a smirk on his face.
"Umm," realizing I hadn't thought this far, "what do you want?"
"Well," he said and started to walk back towards me.
"in exchange for my services, " he paused and smiled sinesterly, "You have to promise to be mine, and also.."
he was now in my face, "When I take your soul, you become mine."
His voice turned almost cruel, like an icy wind.
"ok," I said, hesitantly.
He seemed to scence my reluctance.
"hmmm," he questioned, "are you sure you can handle it?"
He grabbed my chin, roughly , and smiled.
"Yes," I said.
"You got yourself a deal," he laughed, "for the next 15 years you are mine."