Just the first chapter, But I'd still like feedback (;

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I hate everything about myself.

My face. My body. My hair. My eyes. My personality.

Everything.

Why, you ask?

As much as I'd like to give you an answer, I can't.

Because I don't have one.

I don't have any friends. No one thinks of me as a human being, so I'm treated like trash almost everywhere I go.

My family basically disowned me, sending me off to live in California to go to a private performing arts high school. Why they thought I had any talent, I'm not sure. I'm actually a little grateful, I don't have to sit their 24/7 listening to petty arguments, let alone being in one.

It's not just that, either. I constantly have bad luck, taking mental and physical abuse.

I hate it.

If I could just have a break, make some friends, and live my life happily, I'd be grateful.

I sat at the dining room table, eating some top ramen that I recently made. I sighed in frustration at the calculus homework in front of me.

I seriously never got a break. Yes, I was a straight A student, but I only achieved good grades to please my stubborn parents. If I got anything less than a B, they would flip. The amount of homework I got every day completely stressed me out.

Writing down the last answer and finishing my ramen, I put my books away in my book bag and placed the empty bowl in the sink. I turned my gaze to the clock on the stove; it read 11:32.

I usually went to bed late, so it wasn't a first for me. It was a bad habit, because I never got any sleep. Eh, maybe I had a sleeping disorder. Who knew?

I turned off all of the lights in my decent-sized apartment, then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I turned on the light, taking in my tired appearance.

I had wavy-blonde hair that reached my mid back, which was un-kept since I didn't have any idea how to style it. I usually just put it in a ponytail wherever I went. My unusual hazel-blue eyes stared back at me, reminding me of the color of the sea, calm before a storm. I was short, but only just; about 5'4. It was common to be that height in my family if you were a girl.

My body type actually intrigued me, because I was highly fit, even though I stayed inside eating most of the time. And me? Well, I'm just a quiet person. Not anti-social, but almost. I usually kept to myself because I was mostly avoided. I don't have a clue why.

Quickly brushing my teeth and changing into comfortable pajamas, I climbed into my four-poster bed and tucked myself in a warm, cozy cocoon. I stared out the balcony window, looking into the night. It appeared to be thunder-storming, but the thickness of the walls dimmed out the noise. I closed my eyes, thinking to myself.

If I could be happy, just for a little while… I paused, clenching my fist to my chest. If I could have a true friend, a life worth living…

I'd do anything.

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I don't know when I began to dream, but it was one of the most terrifying I have ever had.

I was stuck and couldn't move, only twist my head from side to side and look straight ahead. A simple black and gold kimono laid stretched out over my body, which I hope wasn't naked. Whatever I was laying on had a light feeling to it, albeit a bit sticky.

The air around me was pitch black, and a soft glow appeared from below me, like a light to illuminate the darkness.

My ears perked up when I heard the sound of something stretching, and the surface I was laying on began to move. As it got closer, I started to feel uneasy. I hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn't harm me. I'd had enough of being hurt.

I turned my head to the direction it was coming from, peering into the darkness and waiting.

A large, shadowy figure began to creep out, and I froze, looking down at the surface once more.

It was then I noticed I was laying on a giant spider web.

I began to panic, trying to move my body. But it wasn't responding the way I wanted it to. With fear-filled eyes, I looked at the shadow again.

I mentally screamed.

In front of me, was one of my worst nightmares.

S-Spider…

It was huge.

It was completely black, with four beady eyes, staring me down like a piece of meat. It continued to slowly crawl towards me, further enticing my fear.

A tear slipped from my eye as I waited for the worst.

And then, it chuckled.

Chuckled.

I blinked.

You, who's soul is corrupted with sadness and distress.

And now, it talks. Just great.

The spider stopped in front of me, and I closed my eyes. I felt it's long, wispy leg running through my hair, combing it.

You would do anything for a friend, do anything for a simple, happy life. Is it not true?

How did it know what I wanted?

I opened my mouth slightly, and answered with a shaky voice. "Y-Yes, but…who are you? How do you know that?"

The spider let out a rumble, most likely another chuckle. I know many things, girl. I have been watching you for some time, now. I wish to make you a deal.

I still didn't want to open my eyes, considering I would have to look at the big, scary spider just inches away from my body. I felt myself cringe, still unable to move.

Do not be afraid. I am not here to hurt you, I simply want to make a contract with you. It continued to brush my hair to the sides of my face, and I felt the hair on it's legs touch me, making me almost sick.

You wish to have a happy life, with friends and family around you. You wish for no more abuse to come forth. I can make all of these come true. I just need your approval, and everything will be as you have wanted it to be.

The offer sounded tempting enough; I really wanted a better life than the one I was living. But at what cost?

"What is it that I need to do?" I asked, weary of the offer.

In exchange for those things, it continued.

You will give me your soul.

My heartbeat quickened. My soul?

I didn't want to give something like that up. I had to wake up from this dream, now. I began to struggle, shaking my head furiously. The spider's leg left me immediately, shocked at my movement.

"It's just a dream," I muttered to myself. "Just a dream. Any moment now, I'll wake up and be fine. I'll go watch some sadistic movie like hostel and forget about this nonsense. Damn it, WAKE UP!"

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't.

The spider chuckled again. Foolish. This is anything but.

He pinned my head down with his leg, and I gasped in fear. I was absolutely terrified.

"I refuse to make a deal with you!" I screamed at it, still trying to struggle. It sighed, letting me go and crawling away. I couldn't see because my eyes were still closed.

That may be the case now, it interjected, But you will agree at some point. This is too good of an offer to pass up. Until then, I will leave you be. Simply rub your wrist if you wish to talk to me again.

It's voice kept fading in the distance, and I shouted out for it. "Wait!" I called in a panic. "What are you? A wizard of some sort? A troll?" Yes, I know what you're thinking. They were all ridiculous assumptions.

No, he answered.

I am a demon.

My heart stopped.

I should have known. Demons eat souls.

I felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier, until I was cautious no more.

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"Melody Williams."

I looked up at my first period teacher, Mrs. Holland. Despite having us for almost a year, she could never remember anyone's name. So to make sure we were all here, she continued doing roll call every day.

"Present." I replied, my voice monotonous. I looked back down at the book I was reading, when my mind wandered someplace else.

I couldn't stop thinking about the weird dream I had the previous night. The thing about taking my soul…scared me.

As much as I wanted to agree, I couldn't. I mean, I was Christian. It would be completely against God if I did something as insane as that.

Who am I kidding? It was just a dream. It wasn't even real. I bet it won't ever happen again.

Was I wrong?

Hopefully not.

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I walked down the hallway, following the brunette tramp who called herself "Queen of the School".

I was fuming. My stupidity would probably be the death of me, but I have had enough.

I roughly grabbed onto her shoulder and snarled in her face, her eyes wide with shock.

"I knew you took it from me," I accused, my voice deathly low. "Give it back or else I'll pull your hair out."

This was just perfect. Now everyone would have a reason to believe I was psycho. Honestly, I could care less.

I knew it was Jennifer Adams, who took my most prized possession. The navy-blue heart pendant necklace that my brother had given me for my tenth birthday before he left to Afghanistan, hung around her neck as if she was showing off a prize.

That was the only memory I had of him, because I wouldn't be able to make any more. How could you with someone who already passed away? EXACTLY. You couldn't.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she scoffed at me. She turned her body away so I wouldn't see the necklace. "But I suggest you let go of me before my friends get here, or things will get ugly."

I laughed, my voice echoing through the empty halls. Without her noticing, I sneakily took the chain off from around her neck and pulled the possession back, hanging it in front of her face and grinning.

"THIS," I barked at her, making her cringe back in slight fear, "belongs to ME. The next time you take it, if there is a next time," I got closer to her, glaring into her eyes. "I won't be so nice."

I turned on my heel, walking quickly out the doors. I could hear Jennifer screaming in frustration.

"YOU JUST WAIT, WILLIAMS! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, AND YOU'LL BE SORRY!"

Yes, I know. I will be.

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"Thank you," I said to the store cashier, grabbing my groceries and heading out of the small market by my house. The man just nodded his head, turning back around to count money.

The only thing I really hated about the market was that in order to get to it, you had to go down several alleyways. And right now, it was really late.

You know what that means, right?

Yep.

Darkness.

And rain. Lots of rain.

Your perfect setting, right?

Wrong.

I quickly made my way through the alleyways, fearful that something was behind me. Taking a note out of a horror movie, I turned around.

Sure enough, a couple of figures were behind me.

Oh, hell no. Not happening.

I began to sprint with the bags in my hand, and I could hear the footsteps rapidly approaching. I sped up, jumping over fallen trash cans and small pieces of broken wood.

Keep running, keep running!

My apartment was just ahead, a small building in the distance.

Come on, almost there!

Nearly tasting my escape, my chances were slimmed when I was tackled to the ground. I began to struggle and open my mouth in a futile attempt to scream, but my efforts were dimmed when the person covered my mouth with a gloved hand.

I was roughly thrown against the brick wall, getting picked up again and held to it. Coughing out anything I could, but stopping when the hand began to squeeze at my throat, choking me.

I heard laughter at a distance, and in my view I saw dark, long hair covered with a hood.

Jennifer looked back at me with sick amusement, her thug friends around her in almost a protective way. She stepped up, standing in front of me and staring at me with disgust in her eyes.

"I told you, you worthless slut. I would get you back. And now, I get to have my revenge on you."

Before I could speak, I was getting pummeled by the girl, her fists pounding relentlessly in my face, stomach, chest, and head.

I was dropped on the floor, and I felt myself being kicked in the head and gut. I leisurely coughed out blood, afraid that my ribs were broken and were piercing my organs.

I'm going to die, I thought sadly. Pathetic. I really am worthless. I'm nothing but a damsel in distress.

After she was finished, she huffed, fixed her shirt, and leaned down in my face. I could barely see her, due to the concussion I was given by the treatment. She smirked, and ripped the necklace from my neck.

"I'll be taking this, and modifying it to how I please."

She put it inside her pocket, walking away at a quick pace. Changing her mind, she quickly turned around and shouted a last order at her crew. I was quickly losing cautiousness, but I heard it somewhat clearly.

Do whatever you want with her, kill her if it satisfies you. I'm done here.

I closed my eyes, and heard the snap of a switchblade being opened.

No…please no…

I barely felt myself rub my wrist at the last minute, the man slowly gaining on me with the deadl weapon.

It seems you are in a serious situation. Have you made a decision?

It was that voice again. The voice of the demon. I was too weak to reply.

My soul for a better life? Or do I die?

I thought for a little while longer.

I'm too young to die. At least I would have longer to live.

I couldn't reply, my throat was drying up rather quickly.

Well?

I fell limp. With a struggle, I whispered out.

"Help me…please."

SNAP

The man let out a pained yell, and I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurred. A tall silhouette held the limp man by his neck, throwing him to the side. The three other men on the other side of the alley began to run at it, but it was faster.

All three men were thrown back, quickly getting to their feet and running in the opposite direction, already afraid of whatever being it was.

It let out a low chuckle, the same chuckle the spider had given. Turning around and bowing to me, he spoke.

"As you wish, my Queen."

I wanted to say more to the strange being, but couldn't when I finally lost sight of the world, falling under. Not before I felt strong arms lift me from the ground.

And then, I was falling.

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Please R&R. I will have other chapters up soon.

Hope you enjoyed.