Let The Light In my Beautiful Demon

by CookieCakeLady

Desdemona Dark is a 15 year old girl. she blocks everyone out, afraid to be Hurt more. her So called mother calls her a Demon. but one night after she is told to get lost, she runs and it all changes. Her life is stolen from herself. but she ends in a beautiful place. where everything seems perfect. but her life isn't done yet. the ending of one life opens a door to a new one.

1. Chapter 1 prolouge

Let the light in my sweet Demon

Disclaimer: Okay, I am still writing Lexi's flaws. But this story was itching at my mind for weeks now! So here it is! Enjoy. And I don't own the Transformers, and reviews are so welcomed! and a big thanks to Jazzilynn Hall who is my Beta reader for this story, thank you so much!

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"Get lost you Bloody Demon child!" the voice of my mother yelled at me. I ran out of the house. 15 years old and still being called a Demon. But it doesn't help that my name is Desdemona Dark. My first name means Demon. And Dark. As in the darkness of night.

My mom. She got mad at me. Because I was just a mistake. That's why she named me Desdemona. A Demon. I have shut everyone out because I just can't trust anyone. They all call me a Demon or a Mistake. I ran around the corner. My long black hair was being soaked since it was raining. I ran around the corner and I was about to run across the road. I was halfway done running. And then... pain.

So much pain. I couldn't move. I opened my eyes and I was standing on the sidewalk. I saw ambulances.

"Hello? What's going on?" I called out. I saw my body on the road. The paramedics put my body on the stretcher and rushed me into the ambulance. I followed them and got in the ambulance.

I sat there watching them work on my body. I was still breathing. We came to the hospital. Is this what happen when you get into an accident? You become a ghost and watch what goes on. I ran beside them as they rushed my body down a hallway.

I stopped running and walked behind them. Eventually I sat against the wall and just stared at the ceiling. I waited until I saw a person running down the hall and into the room I was pushed into. I got up and I went into the room.

"Do CPR now!" the one man yelled and I watched as they worked to keep me alive.

I then heard the flat line. I saw my chest stop moving.

"What's going on? Why am I dead, I'm still here?" I yelled. No one heard me.

"Time of death. 9:28 PM." The man said and wrote it on the paper. I backed out of the room.

"I can't be dead! I'm not dead!" I yelled. And I started to run down the hallway.

I need to get out of here. This is just a dream! I got to the door and I opened the door and ran through it. I came to a full stop when I stepped onto lush green grass. I wasn't wearing any shoes. My bare feet walked through the grass as I came and stood on a hill. I was in a beautiful place. A place I didn't know where it was.