Killing Love

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Another night. Another long, suspenseful night. Would it be less terrifying this time? Of course it would. The nights were never terrifying, just long hours of the same horrors, the same visions. Every night. She was used to it, she had to be.

Katie knew what was coming; exactly what had been coming each night these past few months. Once the lights went out, all she could do was hold her breath and wait for morning.

She had trouble sleeping. She could close her eyes, that way she wouldn't see them. But she would still hear them.

What would she hear? The screams? The faint, unfamiliar voices? Would they whisper her name?

Katie closed her eyes. Please just fall asleep quickly this time, she thought to herself.

That didn't happen. That never happens. Not until she sees, not until she hears. She falls asleep, her thoughts going crazy in her head.

Why is this happening? That's all I need to know. What did I do?

Her thoughts were repeating, as her eyes drifted shut.

Katie heard the door open. Footsteps creeping their way up to her bed. Her heart sped up, her palms started to sweat. She lived alone...who could be in her house?

This is it.

“Katie,” she heard the whisper.

A hand on her covers, pulling them off her face. She shut her eyes, maybe this would all just go away.

“Katie?” This time louder. A familiar voice, taking a seat on her bed.

She opened her eyes, and let out a relieved breath, ready to burst into tears.

“Nate, thank god you're here.” Katie sat up, throwing herself into his arms.

“Thought I'd come see you, how are you doing tonight?”

“It happened again,” Katie let out. “It keeps happening. I'm on the edge, and I don't know what to do. Why is this happening, Nate? What did I do?”

He laughed. She looked up, startled. That wasn't his laugh. That wasn't Nate.

In a second, everything was blurred. It wasn't Nate in her room. Who was it?

Katie got up, and ran out of her room. Running down the hall, she saw pictures of herself, covered in blood. Knives were scattered all over the kitchen floor.

She couldn't run anymore, something was grabbing her.

“You're going to die. You're going to hell,” she heard.

“Why? What did I do? Please don't do this to me,” Katie pleaded, scared out of her mind.

“You know why this is happening.”

That was the last thing she heard, before everything started spinning.

The faces, they were everywhere.

And the voices. Oh, the voices. Katie couldn't even keep up with what she was hearing.

Why? Devil. Kill you. Deal. You wanted this.

She heard her own voice.

“Please, please just stop this. I can't live like this. I'll do anything, I'll give anything. I'll sell my soul, I'll give myself. Please just take away the pain.”

Katie woke up, gasping for air.

That dream...it seemed so real, something about it was so familiar.

She remembered. Seven years ago, her own voice, begging and pleading for mercy.

Too much had happened, it was too much to bear.

Katie remembered herself that night, sitting in the back of an alley. She had been crying, she was in pain. She wanted anything, literally anything, to make this stop.

So she made a deal. With the devil. Katie Evans had sold her own soul, thinking that would be the end of it. She was so wrong. This was only the beginning.