Demon

Chapter 2

I stand there, frozen, unable to move from fear. What exactly does this thing want?

"Excuse me, but I do have a name you know?" He looks at me annoyed.

"Well you never had the curtesy to introduce yourself so I decided to call you 'thing'."

"My name is Oh Sehun"

"Oh" I mock

"You know, we might get along if you were a bit nicer."

"Maybe I would still be dead if you didn't bite be like a weirdo." I retort

" We need to get one thing strait. Do not argue with a demon because you'll regret it."

I gulped and decided not to think of another comeback. I nodded and followed him up the stairs.

"This is your room, not much but yeah."

I look around and I see clothes and furniture. The clothes seem to be worn a bit and all for women. Does he bring many girl back from the dead? He has issues I see."

" You're the first girl I brought back to life." He answers my thoughts.

"Then why do you have worn out women's clothes?" I ask

"They're yours"

"You broke into my house?"

"Maybe" He looks down at his feet.

Wow. Creeper status is at an all time max.

"I'll call you when dinner's ready."

Before he closes the door I ask a question I've been dying to ask since the moment I woke up.

"Why me?"

"It always had to be you."

With that, he closes the door. I am left dumbfounded. What does that even mean?

I decided to take a break, I've been through enough today. I lay on my bed thinking of ways to escape, but in the end decided not to because he'd probably give me a slow and painful death. Demons are known to be very merciless and evil.
My parents told me stories of demons as a child. They read me all kinds of monster stories. I don't know why they didn't want to read me any beautiful stories like, the three little pigs, or red ridding hood. I was not raised a normal child. I was filled with scary stories that gave me nightmares. Maybe my parents did really hate me that much.

As I grew up, I began drifting away from the stories. I didn't believe them until today. I would never have thought they'd be real. I remember my father telling me about his brothers experience with a demon. The demon made a deal with him. Save his sons life and give up his. It was a simple trade, but what his brother didn't know was that his soul would be tortured for eternity in hell. That demon would hurt him forever and ever. That is why my father would tell me to never make a deal with a demon or to never let them have a hold on you.

My father wasn't that horrible since he warned me but that doesn't excuse all the bad he's done to me. Him and my mom included. They hated me. Forcing me to marry for money at the age of 18. The reason why I tried to kill myself was just that. I just couldn't live with being sold off so I took my life. It's not as if anyone needed me. I had no friends, no one. And now, I'm under the grip of a demon.

"Dinner. " Sehun peaked in my room and left. I went downstairs into the kitchen and sat down. He had made spaghetti and meatballs and strawberry lemonade.

"Eat."

So I began eating.

I looked down at my food as I ate, not daring to face him. I wasn't brave enough and I certainly was terrified.

"How is it?" He asked.

I looked at him and he had hopeful eyes.

"Delicious. I responded plainly

He smiled with his eyes closed. Obviously satisfied at my stale complement.

Dinner finished and I was excused to leave. I went up to my room and lay on my bed, face down. I began to cry hard and my sobs tuned silent as I chocked them in order to be quieter.

Even if I did kill myself, I wouldn't be free. I would be tortured forever in hell and he would be the one doing it. As long as I'm alive, I won't face that horrid pain. I have to stay alive and strong.

"Stay strong." I whispered to myself, the broke down in tears.