Ugh. Hello you lowlife punks, I'm Esther. I'm 15 years old, and I love screamo and black. Ew, what the hell was that? I was kidding, idiots. I'm Esther, and I'm 15 years old. I live in a dismal house with dismal parents. I like the color red. It interests me. Sometimes, when I have nothing to do, I look every where for my favorite type of red. Not every red is my favorite, I like the crimson the best. My parents think I'm nuts because I read crap about satanic rituals and conspiracies, but guess what, those are my damn interests!
Be polite, try to die down that sarcasm a little bit, and control that foul mouth.
Ugh. Fine. I read this really cool sh...
ESTHER! What did I say?
Stuff about magic, mostly black magic, and demons. I've read every book in my parents' dusty old library. Most of it is about physics and law, and stuff I don't care about. One day I look at the rituals section, and I see something I like. A dear friend.
Crimson. Trickling down the spine of a thick black book with gold embellishments. I touch the ooze as it flows through my hands. Then all of a sudden the liquid takes a form of a hand and grabs me tight. It won't let me go. "Get off me! Somebody kill me, NOW!!"
"Your wish is my command, mistress."
Author's Note:
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HorrorEsther hates her life. Her parents, her school, and her house. Until one day, she makes a deal with the devil to change her life forever. She could rewrite her fate. She could create anything she dreamed of. But at what price?
