"I promise this will be that last time I black out, I'll get help" James stared at the ground as his mother stared at him. His mother was the worst person in his life, leaving him at the age of six with some man that use to abuse him and his mother. She came back after she had realized that it wasn't just her life in jeopardy, if she continued down the path she was going down.
While she was gone James had went to live with his alcoholic father that beat him every night. James had found himself playing with razor blades instead of action figures. He was practicing tying nooses instead of shoes. He was alone in this world with no way out. When his father would come home, all you could smell was jack Daniels on his breath. James hated it there. He had to find a way out.
James rarely went to school. He had better things to do like, find where his next meal was coming from or when his next shower was going to be. Despite all of that he loved to read, that and only that was his way to escape the pain leaving the real world behind. Finding himself lost upon the pages of any book his fragile fingers dared to touch, James had his first and only love, literature. His eyes pondered page after page in search of their meaning, their worth, as if it as his own way of determining his own self-worth.
He would just go to the house on the corner, the one covered in vines and spiderwebs that seemed untouched by a living organism for years. The house had tons of books in there he could spend hours in there just reading, studying every book he could find. Although one book caught his eye. It was a book of names, but this book of names was different, it was a book of demonic names. A book that looked as if the devil himself had created it in order to anger any angel that laid in the heavens, to demolish what little beauty could be found in this miserable place that once, could have been a home.
"Beelzebub, Typhus, Umbra, Asmodeus." all these names must have meaning, he thought to himself, that he had only seen a single one of those names before, and that was Beelzebub. He had seen that name in the book called lord of the flies. A book that took his eyes from this worthless reality that only brought misery and suffering to those it had come in contact with, James heterochrome optics found themselves bewildered by each individual word that laid perfectly on the pages of this book.
Poor James had not read the warning at the beginning of this book of names, his crystal blue and hazel eyes had barely missed it in the excitement of the new-found pages. These names were not to have been read out loud under any circumstance. By reading these names out loud James had unknowingly attached all these demons to him. Each tortured soul was to follow him till the end of his measly life, every second he would be haunted by the evil he had just released from the torn pages of the dark book that laid in his hands.
It was getting late, the sun setting in the empty world that laid around him, James took a deep breath before he stood at a tall height of six foot two. He grabbed his skateboard and started to ride it home, unaware of the demons that followed him down every house he passed, his eyes fixed on what was ahead of him instead of the darkness that followed him. Half way to his house, he could hear the voice of a man telling him to stop and slow down, though James had not listened to this voice he was hearing yet the voice kept getting louder and louder. It started to drive him crazy, so he stopped, his eyes searching for whomever could have been trying to reach him, as if calling upon his soul. He looked around, yet he didn't see anyone before he felt a deep burning sensation that filled his stomach, pulling his insides to a grinding halt, his eyes slowly fluttering shut before it all went black.
James had woken up in the middle of the woods, lost, surrounded by trees that seemed to touch the stars above them, angering the once perfect untouched sky and turning it in to a deep, dark, endless void. Covered in blood, James eyes fell to that of a dead deer, its body was mangled, as if hit by a truck or hunted by that of a pack of wolves. Its limbs torn and missing, its organs sprawled out everywhere, the only recognizable parts being its antlers and face, as well as the neck that was covered in bite marks that looked like those of a savage beast.
"did I ju- "... Yes.... "WHO ARE YOU!" James has cried out as he had heard the voice that once called upon him to slow down. Unable to hear any type of reply, James had fell to his knees before the once beautiful and alive creature that now laid lifeless and destroyed in front of him. With tears beginning to stain his cheeks, the voice then came back as if to taunt him. what do you mean? you called upon me, for I am Asmodeus the king of all demonic beings...
"Why can't I see you?" James said as he looked up from the horrible sight that laid in front of him, his crystal blue eye filled with tears as he rubbed away that ones that remained in his hazel eye. Silly boy I am in your mind for I am reading your deepest darkest secrets. I know that you wish death on your father and your mother. For I know that you wish you had never been born. Is that why you constantly wear a hoodie? As if to hide yourself from this painful existence that humans must endure. To cover up your scared-up arms due to the constant reminder that you can only control the pain you feel within if you cause pain on the outside, as if a mask to hide your true fear of life, but your constant reminder of your fear of death as well?
"They beat me!" James yelled as his eyes shut closed in a fit of rage, his hands slammed and hit the ground next to him. "They hate me.." He said in soft whimper, doing his best to hold back the angry tears that unwilling fell down his cheeks. "And I hate them...they deserve to die....nobody deserves to go through the shit I went through....Nobody deserves to feel as unwanted by their own parts as I do, no one should suffer as I have suffered by them, no child should grow up in a home where they feel unloved by their own parents. No human would ever treat their own kid that my parents have treated me." Suddenly James felt his rage building up he started to punch the dead tree that stood behind the dead animal laid lifeless in front of him. As he felt his insides burn in a fit of rage the boy screamed out, as if being stabbed before he fell over, his eyes rolling into the back of his before closing.
James eyes slowly open, his body feeling heavy and nearly impossible to move, looking down his saw his hands gripping onto something, dragging it as he found himself in the woods still. As his eyes began to adjust to the darkness the consumed the area around him, he looked down to find that he was dragging a man, his father. Sticking from his father's neck was that of a beer bottle, covered in blood and broken shards of itself. His father's face soaked in blood and his eyes missing and his nose ripped off, his own teeth missing. James almost immediately let of the legs and fell back, panicking, he scooted back.
"What did I do! Why do I keep blacking out?!" James had started to cry, his eyes turning red as he hide his face in his hands before yelling and screaming, he leaned forward, on his hands and knees, on the ground, curling up into a ball just like he did when he was younger to defend himself from the men his mother would bring home. He began to cry more, his body shaking and trembling out of fear.
Well obviously, if you couldn't tell we just killed your father. The voice said in a hiss, sending shivers down his spine. All James could do is sit there and stare at his father. Seeing his lifeless mangled body lying in front of him, before a wicked smile spread across his face.
"Look at what I have become I have killed my own father." He began to chuckle as he held himself in his own arms. As he chuckled his head fell back before he released a wicked laugh. it felt good and you know it.... You know that seeing his lifeless body brings you joy. You know that now that you have done this...he cannot hurt you ever again. James then looked to the dark sky as it began to cry from his evil deed, rain slowly fell onto his face. "Fuck him." He said holding a smile. James let his hands come to his hair and gripped it tightly. "Thank you..." James whispered before he stood, looking down at him. "Who's worthless now?" James said in a sinister voice before he began to walk off into the dark forest around him.
"Time for round two...."
