My Demon Lovers (Wattys2015) On Hold

Ch. 1 Invitation

Picture of Kyra ^

!!!! WARNING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I MADE THIS WHEN I WAS A TEEN AND DID NOT KNOW A DAMN THING. I AM SORRY IN ADVANCE!!!!

Waking up at 6 a.m. is like death, I hate it so much. I mean, come on! Not even most people who have jobs go into their work this early. It's very stupid of them to think that a teenager should wake up so damn early!

I shake my head and rub my eyes. Sleep is too beautiful to be depraved of it, which is why I make it my job to always go to sleep at 9 or at the latest 10. I can't be without my beauty sleep...I get cranky. Well I get a lot worse then just cranky but if you never wake me up before 6 then I'm good.

"Arrgh," I grumble to myself as I feel my bones starting to crack slightly from my stretching. I love cracking my bones when I make up, it makes me feel better. Call me weird, I don't care.

I step out of bed and shiver at how cold the floor is. This house sure hasn't seen human life occupying it in a very long while. I'll probably have to talk to the repair man to fix the air conditioner, windows, and roof. I made sure to see what was wrong with this place once I decided that I wanted to live here. I haven't spoken to him yet because he's always either not ready to fix anything or just too busy. I'm wondering if I should just do it myself and decide to go buy some tools after school.

I hadn't had a lot of money left from my own piggy bank I've been keeping from running errands around the hospital for the doctors. It mostly all went to buying a used car, clothes, basic girl things, and groceries to last me a few weeks until I could get more money. A job would do quite nicely now, actually, but I've got enough money to last me a month. How coincidental is that?

It's been 4 weeks since I've left the hospital and all my friends. One month down, one to go. I've visited them more often then I thought I would. I guess it's because I don't have anything else to do with my life. Other then school, I have nothing to do. I haven't made any friends at my new school and I don't plan on it. What's the point if I'll be dead by next month?

Grabbing my towels and school clothes I head to the bathroom to shower. I strip off all my clothes and just stare at myself in the mirror for a while. I don't look like a skeleton anymore, thank God.

My blue-purple eyes are wide and innocent looking. My long brown hair falls down in natural waves that I never even have to work to achieve. I've been eating more regularly and haven't missed a meal since the hospital. I feel better and look better then I did when I was in there, as well.

My breasts have actually grown and so has my ass. I now instead of having A cups, have a strong C cup and my ass has grown now so that I have a bubble butt. I guess when you eat everyday, you grow a lot. This now confirms that those jack asses are depriving everyone of nutrition for growing and living properly. I growl but let it go, I can't do anything, I've already tried. They have some sort of law against their building being sued which is crazy to think that the Mayor would allow this.

Anyway, getting mad over something I can't change and have no say in is just pointless. So I let the matter go and focus on what needs to be done.

I smile at myself and wiggle my butt in front of the mirror. I love looking at myself jiggle, sue me. Simple pleasures are the best. I grab my breasts, dance around and laugh out loud. I've never had such a good body before in my life. Not even before the hospital, and it's a good feeling to have because it makes me feel extremely beautiful. I know I need something to keep me going this last month. It's actually kind of cruel that I just now got this body when I'm about to die. Sad face but oh well, I need to live as much as I can this last month. No holding back anymore.

"I should go out..." I thought as I stepped in the shower and started it. My body might look good but I sure as hell could use a good massage. I've got pain all the way deep in my bones and muscles. I've tried to help the pain some but it's all in my back so I can't do it by myself. I can only help my legs and arms to not hurt so bad but I wish I could go to a spa or something.

Grumbling about how I needed to start looking for a job to pay everything, I step out of the shower and dry off. My phone starts ringing all of a sudden and I stand shocked. No one has my phone number and I haven't given my hospital friends my new number so who could be calling me? I grab it and touch the call button.

"Hello?" I ask a bit timidly because I don't know who this could be. I'm actually a little afraid that this is a killer or something.

"Yes, hello, am I speaking to a Miss Kyra Thorn?" The voice sounds like one of those animated voices that companies use to speak to people when they call them.

"Yes, this is she," I say quietly while putting the call on speaker and grab my clothes to start getting ready.

"Well Miss Kyra, I am Corine and today I am calling you because you've just won a free ticket to the Halloween island annual festival in the Bahamas but all expenses have already been paid for by Richardson and Co." she said with the most monotone voice I'd ever heard.

Aside from her boring voice, though, I was quite excited about this trip. Richardson and Co. was the biggest company in all of the country and this party was a HUGE deal. Everyone knew about it, even little old me. No one ever just got a phone call from them telling them they were going on a trip, though. This never happens to people like me, people that are about to die or even regular people for that matter.

I mean is this trip a good idea for my health? I mentally kick myself because I sound so dumb. I'm going to die anyway, why not leave this world on a trip to one of my dream places?

"Wow okay, I'm in. Do I need to sign anything?" I ask and finish tying my shoes, I am ready for school.

"No, all that you need to do is show up at the airport this Friday at 6 a.m. The trip will last until Sunday and you will be back by Monday. Richardson and Co. wants you to attend a few parties that will be hosted on Halloween night on Saturday but after that you will have the entire time to yourself, all expenses paid" she said, lifeless, but I was still ecstatic!

Oh my, the Bahamas! What a dream vacation to go on, I mean it's almost as if God is giving me a goodbye party. Hmm...

Not thinking too much of that last thought, I grab my keys and thank the woman one last time. She says she will be sending me all the information I needed and to have a good day before ending the call. My smile is so wide by the time I'm in my car driving to school.

Me, an almost dead girl, is going to the Bahamas! I need to buy some nice clothesfoe this trip, I think as I get to school and go inside for another boring day at this boring school.

I wish school was more exciting.

I wonder if something amazing will happen while I'm on vacation for the weekend.

Eh, probably not.