A Fuc*** Dammed Mistake
I swear I do not own Kuroshitsuji´s Characters.
OK, here I go, this time in another language. So about this fic: it´s been a while since I first started it, let´s say almost seven years ago, and in Spanish, then for a few years I haven't update at all and now, somehow, it´s not enough for me to finish it, but also I want to re write it in English. As you can see, English is not my mother language, so it´s probably that you can find many mistakes, in which case if you are reading this and you want to co-work with me as editors or beta readers, feel free and welcome to write me. They are already written about 30 chapters, and I don't know how long will it take me to translate what is already done and write the new ones in both languages, so if you fell in love with the story (which I really hope that can happen) please be patient. When I started writing this fic, I did it for a friend, who was going through a really tough time in her life, and part of it is her story, then and through the years, we had our differences and we did not go on with the friendship, so things end up a little bit more fictional, with hints of biographical and autobiographical parts, that´s why my principal character has a bit of my friend, a bit of me, and a bit of every girl I know, and that I think is my goal: I write from the heart and with the most sincere feelings. With all that said, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. Hope to read your comments and all your opinions, always with respect, remember: I don't speak English (as much as I would like to) and I´m not a professional writer.
Yours, Owl´s
Prologue: Memories
To start this story, first let me tell you that I´ve never been the heir of any important family. I´m not the incarnated soul of a traumatize aristocratic nineteenth century boy grieving the death of his parents. I do not own a fortune, a huge company, nor am I an orphan. I´ve never found a dammed aztec treasure and I´m not seeking revenge of any kind. I´m just a girl, a randomly common grown up girl that made a fucking dammed mistake. Yes, A huge one. It turns out that I just ran into a demon, truth to be told, I was really angry, but that is not a justification. I ran into a demon and I accepeted a contract. I sold him my soul. Such a mess uh? Yeah, tell me about it. If you ask him, he´s going to tell you that it was me who called for him with anguish and despear and if you ask me, well, I will have to agree and by now, after this little introduction, I guess you are wondering who am I and what it´s exactly my business with the devil, so here I go.
My name is Sheena Evans and I´m in my early thirties. I used to have a normal family with lovely parents, uncles and cousins. I work, or used to, for living and I went to college. I studied arts and I´m an art history teacher. See? Common life. When everything started a few years ago, I was in a serious relationship, I was about to get married and had my happily ever after, and here comes the problems. Let me tell you about him.
His name was Matt, he was tall, handsome and a funny guy, it wasn´t love at first sight. We started as friends, then we became better friends and then we realized that we just couldn't be apart. We were really good together; we used to say that it was we against the world. We shared the taste in arts, in music, in books, and we start to grow up together learning from each other. I was his pillar and he was mine. It was a Deep relationship, full of happiness and joy. As I said we were perfect for each other, and we built a home in each other's arms. But I was blind. I didn´t learn to read the signs that something was wrong. All the happiness surrounding us, all the safety places around him, all the trust, and all the feelings were tearing apart. They were disappearing and I wasn't able to see it. Maybe it was just a comfort zone, or I was too stubborn to realize that the end was near. I knew then that I was absolutely in love with him, but right now I'm not sure about anything anymore. Somehow suddenly, we look more like brother and sister than a couple, and that was all. One morning, he confess. He was cheating on me, and I felt broken in so so many parts that I thought I could never be rebuilt again. And let me tell you, writing about it still hurts like hell, but I feel the demoniac presence here by my side, and somehow I have to think, that right now I have another porpourse and that life, my life, is really one that I had left behind a long time ago. I hear de devil speaking in my ear, whispering "Please My lady, do go on, tell how we get here" and I do have to go on.
With the cheating confession, after long hours of begging and promises of forgiveness and crying and dramas, Matt and I, and I have to admit humiliating as it is, more Matt, than I, decided to split up. We broke after 6 years of love and partnership. I was devastated, so when after a month he called me again, a light of hope reappear in my life. It was a new flame that made my heart warm as ever and full of love as it was back then. We met again a few days later after the calling, and we started a sick boyfriend-ex boyfriend-lover game. He was still with the other woman, and I, the one that used to be his fiancé, was now his lover. Pathetic. The game was on during a few weeks, until one day, he told me that there was no future in it. That he didn't want to go on, that he was well and in love with the new one, and that I was just nothing. I was crushed again for the second time. I remember that day perfectly: we were drinking coffee, and when he said that it was enough I just ran. I ran as fast as I could, with all my strength draining from my body. The only thing that I was able to think was that everything was lost, that I was lost. That this world didn´t have place for me anymore, and then suddenly, my heart screaming, that I would sell my soul to the devil in exchange of being happy again. And I have to guess that everything started there… emptiness, darkness, a place full of oblivion and dark promises whispered in the air. Soul, temptation, happiness, contract, forever…
I do.
Oh how I would love that you can hear the demon laughing at me now.
Short Chapter, if you like the story and keep up with me, then the next ones are going to be longer.