So this is my first fanfic and I really hope you guys will like it. Please review and send me any comments if you guys want. By the way, I kinda got this idea from Supernatural, but I did some changes on the whole demon summoning thing. Annyyywaayyy, I hope you guys will like it:)
"Well, well, well, look who's here."James grinned. He was surrounded by his goons, namely, the redhead, Victoria, and the masochist, Laurent. Everyday, they'd take the time to either humiliate or torture and today was no exception. James grab me by my collar and pushed me on the cement walls of the back of the gym.
"No, James!"I screamed. He strangled me with such force that I felt my face reddening in a matter of seconds. He smiled at the sight of me in pain.
"St .. op!"I managed to choke out. He let me go just when I was about to collapse. I gasped and tried to do deep breathings, but I doubt they'd work.
My hands were shaking with fear when I looked up and saw Laurent holding a broomstick. He moved closer to me and tried to get up, but Victoria held both of my hands tightly that I felt her nails digging in my skin. Laurent positioned the stick like he was golfing.
"OW!"I screamed.
He hit my head so hard that I felt blood on my face. I was crying and scared. I was always the one person in the entire school that they loved to bully so much. Probably because I was the most clumsiest person in the world that I could never outrun any of them.
"Haha! Dude! Try that trick you did to that Angela chick!"James laughed.
"You mean this?"Laurent suddenly kicked my stomach with enough force to make me hurl blood. The three of them laughed even more. Victoria released her grip o my hands and walked towards the men. I was too weak and frightened to stand up.
"We have to go."She said in a serious tone.
"Aww. Already? I wasn't even finished with her yet."James whined.
"She's right. We're gonna be late for Jessica's party."Laurent interrupted
"Screw her!"
"I heard there's gonna be booze."She smiled.
"Then let's go!"He immediately marched off towards his car with his goons following him. And like that, they were gone. My mouth and nose were still bleeding badly. I wiped them with the hem of my shirt. I staggered as I tried to stand up with wobbly legs. I picked up my books and walked home, trying to hide my face with my hair as I did.
Everyday was always like this, I go to school, they bully me then I go home. It was useless to report them to the principal, since Victoria's father owned this school and Jame's and Laurent's parents donated too much money for it. I'd usually ignore them and move on.
Everyday, I'd come home to a drunk father who abuses me physically and verbally. My mother passed away ten years ago in a car accident, and my father hasn't been the same ever since. He blamed me for her death since she was on her way to pick me up at school. I never fought back because I knew he was right. It was all my fault.
For the last ten years, I had no friends or family. I've lived the loneliest life a person could imagine. I had no one to talk to but myself. People were cruel and selfish. That's what they always were and will be.
I slowly opened the door to our house and walked in, trying not to make any noise possible. My father was thankfully asleep on the couch with a beer in his hand and the television on. I walked up to my room and closed the door. I bandaged and cleaned my wounds and studied before finally going to sleep.
I listened intently as Mr. Banner discussed his lessons which we weren't able to finish yesterday. Alice, the gothic girl beside me was covering her some sort of dark, gothic magazine with our history book. I was writing down notes when she poked my shoulder.
"Hey Swan, look what I found."She slowly pushed her magazine towards me. She doesn't normally talk to me unless she's got something interesting.
I read the page slowly.
How to Trade a Soul to a Demon
I tried to push it back to her, but she kept it in place.
"Read it."She hissed.
A person must have a picture of himself, three bones from any animal, preferrably cat and a drop of blood which should be buried at the center of a crossroad. A demon shall then be summoned to make the deal. Anything you want will be given to you in exchange for your soul.
I couldn't read any of it any more. I closed the magazine and handed it back to Alice. She rolled her eyes and continued reading. I listened to Mr. Banner until we were finally dismissed, and like yesterday, the goons would corner and bully me. But unlike yesterday, when I got home, my father was wide awake and full of anger.
"Dammit, you useless brat! I told you to buy some beer whenever we run out, but what do you do?! I give you food, pay for your tuition, and this is what you do to me in return?!"He slapped my already bruised cheek and I gasped in pain. Victoria had already done a good job at slapping my face.
"You look at me you bit*ch!"He pulled my hair and kicked me painfully. I screamed in agony, but I knew he was far from over. He threw his beer over my face and I tried to block it with my face, which was a bit useless. The shards pierced my neck and hands. I ran and tripped in the process, but I knew Charlie wasn't going to catch me. Over the years, he became obese and lazy to do anything.
I locked the door hastily. My breathing was still ragged and I could still feel my heart racing. I closed my eyes and took deep breathings again. It calmed me after a minute or two and I did what I normally do. I went to my bathroom and let cold water run down my swollen cheeks. It felt good against my skin. I tried to keep my mind occupied, but I knew it wasn't enough to stop the tears from falling. I cried silently and tried to release all my sadness, frustration and anger there.
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Why me?
Those were the questions that I'd ask myself everyday. My mother used to tell me, whenever she tucked me in bed whenever I get scared of being alone.
"Don't worry Bella, I'll be here no matter what." That only made me cry even more.
Then where are you?
I wanted her back. I needed my mother so bad right now. She was gone, but a part of me wanted to bring her back no matter what the cost. The idea struck me hard. I couldn't help but remember the magazine Alice had let me read.
Anything will be given to you in exchange for your soul.