Has your day ever started so bad that you wished it would end with your death. No. Okay, that maybe to extreme. Though it is October 31, 1970 and I have just killed my father and he just came back to life. now I know what you must be thinking "why did this story start with this person killing their father?" Well I will tell you.
Three nights ago my father made a deal with the devil to live forever. however he didn't trade his soil he trade mine instead. Mine! His seventeen year old daughter's to the devil and the devil is coming to collect. So, I cut his life short. Though I never thought in a million years he would come back to life with fangs and come after me laughing like some Bram Stoker's Dracula Novel. Which I was not supposed to have read but did anyway because I love to read.
Now I know you are still think that was still extreme for me to have killed him but not when he was trying to gift wrap me for the devil. No, not literally. Like he, took me to get my blonde hair done nice and straight and stead of it's curly mess it usually is. He made me get make up that I never wear and he bought me and red dress that is skin tight. I have hips and boob that about a size double D and I am tell for girls. Guys usually run from me. I am not what most people call "pretty". So I have no idea why the devil agree to take my soul.
Also I keep getting of topic. Why I truly killed my father. I told him I wasn't going with the devil. He laughed at first. Then told me he didn't sell my soul to the devil and that I was going with the thing that was coming though. I then hit him and tried to run. He chanced after me calling my name telling to come back. I gabbed a knife to protect myself and then stabbed on accident. Cried for about three hours because I kissed my last living parent and then he came back to life laughing. He is still laughing.
"Ruth, you don't have to be afraid of me. I am still your father." he said to me as I was staring at the dried blood around were I had stabbed him. How could I not be scared? I had just killed him three hours ago and now he was laughing with very sharp canines. I ran for it again. But where was I going to go? My room had a lock on it. I could lock him out there. I ran out of the kitchen past him down the hall covered in pictures of my childhood of us going on trips and of mom. What would she say now? What would she do if she do if she found out her husband the love of her life sold her only child. The child she gave her life to bring into this world was sold to the devil so that he could cheat death.
"Ruth!! Come back here back here!" his voice was different it was scratchier than it had been before I had stabbed him. my room was at the back of the house and the last room on the right. I was almost there then something hit me like a ton of bricks. I fell forward and couldn't breathe. His hands are around my throat and are getting tighter. His eye? Are those what rubies look like? Breath. I have to fight him. I have to live. Though why? He is the last thing I have and now he is kill me. I close my eyes because it will make it easier for him to kill me if he doesn't see me watching. Tries sting my eyes but I do not let the fall. He should see me cry.
"Enough!" A voice that I know but don't says with great authority. The hands around my throat loosen but don't let go. I don't open my eyes. It has to all be a bad dream. All of it. I still can't see straight. If this isn't a bad dream. I just want to die, it would just be easier. A cold sets in as I lay there in my childhood house because it is no longer my home. How could he have sold me to the devil.