My name is Nelly Raymond.
When I was a little girl, I had no friends. I was quiet, often called "weird" and nobody wanted me in their group. During recess I'd play with the only friend I had. He was a small metal worm with little symbols on its skin that would dig its way out of the ground when it sensed I was upset, which was every day. He'd make me laugh when nobody else tried and he would gently caress my cheek when I cried to myself, but more importantly, he kept me sane.
I told my mother about my friend and how he made me happy. Shortly after that, I was sent to the hospital with a mental illness. They said I was hallucinating and that no such thing existed. The elementary school shut down for two days straight as investigators attempted to figure out what he really was, but they just assumed it was my strong imagination after finding no evidence of the worm.
After a while and a few years, I finally had forgotten about my childhood friend and I became a normal woman. I told myself that it really was my imagination and the meds had cured me.
But I was wrong.
"You know, we wouldn't be walking home if you didn't decide to go to the bar for a 'small drink'," I growled over to my boyfriend, my arms folded to keep me warm. It was the middle of June, but the night was cold for some reason. Probably because it stormed for a majority of the day and the wind was fast.
My boyfriend glared at me, his drunken stupor starting to kick in. What was supposed to be one beer turned into five beers and seven shots of patron. He was wasted and I was completely sober and miserable. We had parked the car on a permit-parking only street just so I could run into the mini-mart for a couple of minutes, but those minutes turned into hours at the bar and as much as I tried to get him to leave to get the car, he wouldn't listen to me. When he was finally done drinking, and since the borough was so strict on vehicles without permits, the car had already been tagged and towed.
I was 23 years old and my boyfriend had just turned 21 only a few weeks ago. Ever since then, he was a hard-core drinker, and couldn't waste a day without a drop of alcohol in his veins.
I was told repeatedly to dump his sorry ass and move on with my life both by friends and family, but I couldn't. He was verbally abusive and I was scared of him. He'd never hit me though, which was a shocker all by itself.
We'd reached an alley that we were taking as a short-cut to avoid the drunk traffic on the sidewalk of the busy main street, but that turned out to be a mistake. No sooner had we turned into the alley did he stop and get into my face.
He began to yell all sorts of nasty things to me.. calling me a "slut" and a "stupid bitch who can never keep her mouth shut".
Like usual, I stood there in silence and took his harsh words in.
"You know what?" He asked, and I was hoping he was almost done with the verbal harassment. "Maybe you should fucking call a cab then, you pathetic fucking cry-baby!"
That was when he first laid a hand on me. He slapped my face pretty hard and then shoved me into the wall of a building. My first instinct was to place my hand on my already-red cheek and my second instinct was to run away.
I didn't run, though. Just like I take his verbal abuse, I somehow managed to be calm during his physical.
Almost immediately after I took the hit, the ground beneath our feet began to tremble ever so slightly. The trembling got harder and faster and the ground began to shake as if an earthquake was taking over.
Before I knew it the ground had cracked about five feet away from us and a giant appendage erupted from the depths of the Earth. The only street light at least ten feet further down the alley was the only thing that would allow me to see the details of what had just appeared before us.
I stared at it, shocked, as this entire scene took place for only five seconds. Time seemed to slow down though, and I found myself bringing back memories. My mind was getting raped by flashbacks over and over again. The small metal worm I had known in elementary school, the little symbols that it wore on its skin.. except now it was colossal, reaching more than fifteen feet above our heads.
It made a noise that sounded like an angered growl and the next thing I knew, my boyfriend was being slammed against a wall. Then the massive worm grabbed him again and slammed him even harder on the ground.
With another noise that sounded like a satisfied grunt, the worm disappeared back into the hole in which it came from and I was left alone with my dead boyfriend at my feet.
A part of me was terrified that I had witnessed some sort of murder, but another part of me wasn't at all upset that my boyfriend was the one murdered.
It took me a second or two to register the sound of police car and ambulance sirens and then I slapped my hand to my mouth. Whatever had just happened and whatever I had just seen, who was going to believe me? Here I was, unharmed and alone in the dark with a dead man.
All I could think of was how I was going to prison for life for a crime I hadn't committed.
Okay, so this chapter is short.. I know, but it's the first one, so I didn't want to drag it out too much. It gets the point out, I think. Hope people like it! I know I haven't been on here in so long.. I really don't have an excuse except that I honestly must say I lost interest for a while. But I'm back and hoping to get rid of this on-going writer's block.
Thanks for the read!
Sam/Demonator