Author's Note: Out of all my characters I like Jake the best so I've decided to write a short story about him and what happens to him before and after the Zombie invasion to his tragic death. Sorry for the long wait, I know I told you I'll post this story up two weeks after my last one but I started working and my job is taking up most of my days.
Sorry to say this but there won't be any Dead activity in this first chapter since this is just telling you what happened to Jake before the Dead took over the world.
Warning: This story will be very dark in both gore, blood, insane and the violence. I must warn you this first chapter will be very uncomfortable to read because there will be scenes of rape, child abuse and attempted to commit suicide. You've been warned so I don't want to read a review saying I shouldn't have typed this up or get reported or something like that.
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Part One
Dawn
1
Pain doesn't hurt if it's all you've ever felt–Kristen's Quotes
Tears ran down her cheek as she held onto what was left of her of tank top. Her lips were busted open, her right eye was swollen shut and there was a large hand print tainted red on her cheeks. Some of her fingernails were torn off leaving the tips to bleed and dime size droplets to fall on the sidewalk. Her arms were bruised and raw, there were bite marks on her neck that were deep and nearly tore some flesh off. Her hair that she worked on for hours was a mess that hanged over her eyes with little strands plastered onto her face.
(Why, why, why did he do this)
It started out as a harmless date. A date with HIM, the boy she had a crush on for more than two years now. He was a tall, handsome, strong young man with bright red hair and the most beautiful emerald eyes you've ever seen. Every girl in her school liked him and wanted to go out with him including herself. She thought she didn't have a chance to go out with him since he was eighteen, popular and has many, many admirers and she was only sixteen, somewhat of a geek and wasn't much when it comes to sex appeal. Yet somehow, she spotted him staring at her with that wonderful, pearl white smile. She smiled back, shyly, while holding her books close to her chest and started shivering when he walked over to her.
"Hey" he said, and the rest was pure nightmarish history.
She wore her favorite outfit for her big date on Saturday. Her tight blue tank top with a silky white blouse that went down to her knees. She wore her hair up in a fancy, curly ponytail, put on a little bit of make up and top it all off with her favorite necklace that had a butterfly pin on it. The phone was ringing off the hook from her friends who wanted to know what she was wearing, where she was going with him and will she kiss him on the first date. She smiles at her reflection in the mirror then giggled because she still couldn't believe she was going on a date with Zack, the most popular teen in high school. That kind of excitement made her jump up and down in joy. She felt bad because her mother didn't approve of this little "date," she literally spit out the last word in her face. Dating was a sin and will be punished greatly if she went through with it.
She didn't care what her mother thinks. Everything was a sin in the old woman's eyes and she'll be damned if she had to stay home and pray to wash the dreaded "sin" away because her mother wouldn't stop screaming and yelling at her not to go. Oh, how she wishes her other siblings were home so she wouldn't have to deal with her mother on her special night.
She looked at the clock, it was 7:30 in night and he will be here at 8:00. He told her they were going to go see a movie and maybe just go to the park and talk for a little bit. Or so she thought.
It was supposed to be romantic.
There was supposed to be love in this date.
There was supposed to be a future of her with her new protective boyfriend that will be there for her in life.
But it wasn't, there was no love or a happy future for her. He ruined it.
HE RUINED IT.
She could tell there was something wrong when they pass the movie theater and continue down the road to an unknown area surrounded by trees and where there was no one for miles. She heard the sound of the car door locking, trapping her in with HIM. In one move, he was all over her, covering her mouth with his in a fiery kiss. She pushed him a way.
"What are you doing" she asked. "I thought we were going to the movies"
"Isn't this better than the movies" He grinned and started to kiss her again.
"Stop" she said, pushing him away. "Stop, please"
"Just relax" he said, advancing her again with more kisses and now groping.
"I said STOP!" She pushed him away causing him to hit the roof of his car. He hissed in pain as he grabbed the top of his head with his hand. She unlocked the door and only took one foot out of the car when he grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her back in.
"STUPID BITCH" he said, and slapped her across the face.
The side of her lip started to bleed as he grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her into the back of the car. She kicked and started to claw him with her finger nails.
"LET ME GO, STOP, STOP, PLEASE" She screamed. "PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME GO"
She was punched right in the eye causing her vision to go blurry for a minute.
"SHUT UP, YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW" He holler while choking her even more and shaking her violently. "YOU SHUT THAT MOUTH OF YOURS OR I'LL KILL YOU"
Her tank top was torn, revealing her exposed chest to the boy then she could feel the blouse being ripped off. Tears ran down her cheeks and tried one more time to fight back by clawing him in the arms that was holding on to her neck. The boy hissed again when the nails pierce his flesh letting a small trail of blood to run down to his hands. She was release from his grip only to be slapped and punched in the face again.
The last thing she could remember was covering her eyes, screaming and pain.
2
The car stopped five blocks from her house, the door opened and she was pushed out onto the street. She laid there on the ground, shaking until the car screeched away and disappeared into the dark night. She lifted herself up and sniffed up the blood that was clogging her nose. Holding onto her torn tank top, she started walking home.
She thought the nightmare was over once she was safely inside her house and locked up into her room. But instead . . .
She opened the door to find her mother sitting on the couch reading the bible, the only book she ever reads. For a second, the girl thought about her sisters, they were lucky enough to get away from their mother after marrying young and going against their mother's wishes to never marry. To her mother, boys only want one thing and that they were nothing but tramps to fall for them. Her younger brother had it a bit easier since her father always takes him out so they wouldn't have to deal with them and mother's problems.
She wasn't always like this. After her last child was born, she found life to be boring for some reason and started to join clubs to past the boring days. She accidently joins a cult and was brainwashed with the leader's religion beliefs. Although, they managed to get her back before she'd harms herself in any way she was never the same again.
Her mother took her eyes away from the book and stare at her daughter with wide eyes.
"Mommy" The girl cried, shaking as if she was just in a blizzard. "He-he-he . . . " She couldn't say the word that awful word that she wished it didn't happen to her.
Her mother deceases the space between them by slowly walking over to her with her mouth slightly ajar and lips trembling from the horrible and rather disgusting site.
"He-he-he . . . attacked me and I try to get away but-" Her sentence was cut off when her mother slapped her across her already raw cheek.
"YOU TRAMP" Her mother shouted at the top of her lungs. She grabbed the broom that was leaning against the corner of the room and started beating her with it. "YOU FILTHY TRAMP!"
"MOMMY" She screamed while covering her face with her arms.
"You slut, I told you boys only want one thing, I told you, I TOLD YOU!" Her mother screamed while more and more hits connect with her daughter's body. "You awful, filthy whore, sinning WHORE!"
"MOMMY, STOP, PLEASE" The girl cried.
"Yes, cry like the little baby you are, cry, cry, it's all your fault by going after the boys with lust in your mind" her mother shouted, threw the broom across the room and grabbed her daughter by the hair. "Get up, you whore, GET UP, YOU SLUT!"
The girl continues to cry as she was dragged yet crawling down the hallway and over to the bathroom. Her face was pressed hard against the bathroom carpet and heard her mother turn on the bath water. "Get up, you need to wash, wash those drastic sins away from your body" Her mother said.
The next thing the girl knew she was roughly pushed into the hot steamy water and screamed from the burning sensation running through her skin. The water was so hot she felt like she was in an oven. She tries to keep her face above the water but her mother grabbed hold of her head and slammed her face deep into the tub that her nose hit the bottom. She started to fight back when she could feel herself drowning by hitting and smacking her mother in the face blindly with her hands. Her mother pulled her face out of the water and tossed her a wash cloth.
"Scrub, you little filth, scrub away your awful sins" her mother said, while getting another washcloth and started scrubbing her daughter's back roughly.
The girl screamed only to be slapped in the face again. "SCRUB, DAMMIT, SCRUB!"
Her mother stops when her daughter's skin started to bleed and she left her there in the tub for the rest of the night. The girl was too afraid to move from the tub. Very afraid.
Two weeks later, her mother was sent to a mental hospital for her disturbed and violent behavior toward her kids. Her father was left to take care of her and her younger brother and never remarried.
Nine months later, the girl at the age of seventeen gave birth to a son.
She named him Jake.
3
He was odd.
That was the only word kids use to describe the boy.
He was odd.
To the school and those who knew him found him to be very odd. He stuck out like a sore thumb to his fellow peers but to him he couldn't understand why they would call him odd. After all, at the age of eight like many boys and girls they were all odd to other odd people. Yet he was different; a different type of odd that didn't fit in with the other odd eight year olds.
He sat there, alone, at the small little yellow table in the furthest end of the classroom watching the kids play and have fun and live a normal life. A life he longs forever since he was old enough to understand life and happiness. He wanted to go over there and have fun, but today was arts and crafts and his mother didn't want him to go near anything like that. Part of him thought it was ok since even if he did join his classmates would make fun of him for his odd behavior and his albino-like complexion.
He was very pale even for his white color skin with faded red hair and pale emerald eyes. He wore bright colors to help brighten up the paleness of his face with a gold chain that had a small gold Cross on it.
"Here Jake, have a book to read" The teacher asked.
Jake lifted his head off the table and looked at the book his teacher had. "Sorry, I'm not allowed to read that book" he said, in a very quiet tone.
The teacher and even the students stopped what they were doing to look at him. "You're not allowed to read a Harry Potter book" The Teacher asked.
Jake shook his head. "No, my mother told me that Harry Potter is a sin because it's dealing with witchcraft and the creator of this sinful book will one day burn in hell" he said.
Many of the students gasped. "Oooh, he said the "H" word" a little blonde with pigtails said, laughing and pointing at Jake.
While the other little girls covered their mouths from sheer shock and the boys laugh and snicker, the teacher grabbed Jake's hand, squeezing it very hard, and pulled him out of his seat. "Get out of that seat, mister, and go to the principal's office. We don't need that type of language in this class."
As he was walking out of the door, a boy threw a cup ful of watery red paint at him. He stood still as red water ran down his back, soaking into his shirt while the entire class laughs at him.
"Robert, go to a corner, NOW" The teacher shouted at the boy who threw the water at Jake.
Jake ran out of the room, leaving a red trail of water. He walked down the long, cold hallway while staring at the windows to the outside world. It was another bright, sunny day in Yuma with temperatures reaching up to the triple digits again. He was somewhat glad that summer was coming so he didn't have to deal with the kids again. Somewhat.
When he got to the Principal's office, there were two kids already there, sitting on the chairs and waiting to be seen next. One of the boy look like he was ten years old with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. The other boy looks like he was twelve and Jake wondered what happened to him since the boy was crying, had a black eye and holding a bloody tissue paper on his nose. Jake didn't bother saying hi to either of them and sat down and stare at the floor.
After a while his neck started to hurt so he lifted his neck and looked behind him to see what was taking the Principal so long to see him. Through the mirror of the office he saw the Principal yelling and showing a file, probably a permeant record, to a girl that was also twelve years old. A woman walked out of the office and left the door crack and Jake could hear what the two were arguing about.
"This is the sixth time in three weeks that I have to call your parents about you fighting and beating up kids."
"He started it, he should have known better then picking on my friend" the girl yelled.
"I don't care who started it, this is not welcome in our school and very unladylike of you, Miss Bianca"
"So I get in trouble for something he started and he gets off free as a bird, that's a load of shit!" the girl shouted.
Before the principal could explode, the door was shut by one of the other teachers. "Don't think this little nose bleed will stop me from taking your lunch money kid with your little friend gone you have no one to protect you." the boy with the bloody nose said.
Jake was surprise that the other boy didn't say anything to the bloody nose boy. He just sat there for a minute then smile when the girl storm out of the office, slamming the door behind so hard that the sound echo throughout the hallway, then walk over to the boy with the bloody nose.
"I'm suspended for two days because of you but if you dare touch my friend again, not only I'll break that nose of yours I'll laterally make the last month of the year a living hell for you" she said, then walked off.
The boy smile and ran off to catch up with his friend. Jake stared at the twelve-year-old who pulls the tissue away from his nose to see if it stops bleeding or not only to have two thick drops of blood drip on his shirt.
"What are you looking at" the twelve-year-old asked in a harsh tone.
"Sorry" Jake said, looking at the floor again.
4
The Principal left him off easy, instead of calling on his parents, he just said he just have to clean the chalk board for his teacher for the next two weeks. But still, he knew he was in trouble when he comes home with a red stained shirt. It had to be red of all colors. He frowns at this as he waited for his Aunt to come pick him up after school. As he waited, his peers were walking past him on their way to the bus. Some of them pushed and kicked him and called him a "Harry Potter Hater" for saying the book should burn in hell.
(I wish they didn't call me that) he thought. How can he be a Harry Potter Hater when he has never read the book before?
He heard a car honking and looked up to see his Aunt waving at him and he ran over to the car. The door opens revealing a few of his many cousins. Thirteen years old Kevin, Kevin's little five-year-old sister, twelve-year-old Andy, and little Anna of ten. He squeezed himself into the car and slammed the door.
"How was school" his Aunt asked, while taking off, not even noticing or caring that his shirt was stained red.
"Ok" Jake said, staring out the window.
"Mommy, can you turn here, please, please, please, please, can we, please" Anna asked, pointing at the upcoming exit.
"Why Anna"
"Because that's where the book store is and right now they're celebrating for getting the new third Harry Potter book in stores" she said, eagerly, "Can we go, please, please, please, please, please, please!"
"Anna shut up" Kevin shouted, "For crying out loud, it's this Saturday when they are handing those damn books out not today" Jake's Aunt smack Kevin in the back of his head while Anna started crying which made Kevin's five-year-old sister to cry. Andy started laughing and Jake just stayed quiet for the whole drive.
His Aunt asked him if he wanted to stay at her house til his mother from work but Jake decline so he was dropped off at his house. He stares at the old, wooden, two-story house for a few minutes and curses himself for not going with his Aunt.
His mother came from a medium size family that includes two older sisters and one younger brother. Each of his Aunts and Uncle had four or five children so he had many cousins and most of them were older than him. About three were already in their twenties and starting a family of their own already. Kevin's five year old sister was the youngest and the most favorites of all. Along with his little sister, Kevin had two older sisters, one that was fifteen and one that just turned eighteen. Andy was the youngest of five children with three brothers and one sister. His sister and two of his brothers were the one in their twenties and already moved out and married. Andy found this a little sad because his siblings were gone but with his other brother it wasn't too bad. Anna had three older sisters but unlike the others the age difference weren't that big of a gab. Each of them was only a year apart from one another.
But sadly, Jake was the only child in his family and after that little conversation his mother had with him, having a sibling was out of the question . . .
5
He was only three years old when his youngest cousin was born. Man, he remembers Kevin sighing for the fact that he wasn't getting a brother . . . again, but after seeing his baby sister smiling at him and holding his pinky with her tiny hand he couldn't help but smiles. The baby was such a delightful new addition to the already large family her parents named her Delight. Everybody loved Delight. She was a little angel and brought joy to those all around her.
Simply delightful.
Jake grew very fond of his cousin since she brought him a little joy in his sad world every time he came over to visit.
Everybody loved her . . . well, expect for one person.
Jake just got home from visiting his Aunt, his older cousins and little Delight to find his mother sitting in a wooden chair just across from the door he stood by. His house was always dark, gloomy and full of Crosses that came in different shapes and sizes hanging on the wall. There were statues and pictures of God all over the tables and no matter where you look there was always a bible. Many, many bibles.
There was a bible in his mother's lab with her hands gripping it with dear life. Her eyes were dark as she stared at him with a grim face. Her hair was a mess as usual and he can still see scars from wounds she inflicted on herself.
Ugly was the word that Kevin described his mother, Ugly and crazy.
"Hi mommy" Jake said, smiling.
He was hoping she would smile too and give him a hug but instead she just said. "How was your visit with my Whore of a sister and her disgusting children," in a cold, angry tone.
Disgusting was a complement to the three-year-old who has been called far worse from his mother. "Fine, you should really see Delight, she is very . . . delightful" He giggled.
He was hit in the face by the thick book his mother held in her hands. He stopped laughing.
His mother was shaking in shear terror, "Why did you call that disgusting thing, Delightful, when it's clear as day she will one day be a whore and a slut just like her filthy mother" she asked, "WHY!"
She raised her hand, ready to smack some sense into the boy. Little Jake flinches but tried to look brave. "I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry" He said, "I don't think Delight will grow up to be a whore"
"Well, she will be just like her mother. Her mother did nothing but whore around the streets of this town. Intercourse is a sin, Jake, a SIN! Do I have to remind you again what happens to those who SIN for intercourse or just having lustful thoughts" she screamed through gritted teeth as she stared into the boy's pale green eyes.
Jake swallowed, "because they will be punished with a bastard child and be cursed for all eternity just like you are"
His mother smiled, a creepy insane kind of smile. "Good and I thought I had to beat it out of you again" She said.
As she was walking away, Jake looked down at the floor and whispered, "I guess I won't be having a brother or a sister then"
Sadly his mother heard him, ran over to him and grabbed him by the arm. "What did you say!" she hissed.
"Nothing, mommy, nothing" he said, trembling.
"Don't you dare lie to me, you sinful boy" she said, "I heard you, you said you wanted a little brother or sister so in other words, you want me to sin and be cursed again. Right, right, RIGHT!
"No" Jake said, shaking his head.
"YOU LYING DISGUSTING FILTH" She screamed and threw him against the wall. Jake sild to the floor and curled up into a little ball and started to cry. The crying became unbearable to his mother that she picked up the bible and walked away.
Jake was alone.
The eight-year-old took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to his old wooden home and opened the door. There just like always is his mother waiting for him to return home from school with the bible in her hand.
"Hi, mother" he said.
His mother tightens her grip on the precious book as she sat there cold as stone in the chair across the room. "Are you wearing RED!" She asked.
His pale green eyes widened knowing the beating he had experience nearly daily is about to happen.
6
They say in the town of Yuma, the girl who was rape was either a slut or a victim of this disgusting and rather violent crime. But they all agree on two things about the girl: she was pregnant and that she seems to have lost some of her humanity.
It was clear as day when the girl went back to the school a week after the rape. The once pure happy sixteen year old was now pale, depressed and suicidal. She wore long sleeve shirts and a turtle neck to hide the bruises on her arms and neck to the world and herself. Yet, as she was walking down the hallway to her next class . . .
They were all staring at her.
They hated her for what she did.
"How dare she let the police arrest Zack" She heard them whispering.
"Everybody knows she's a whore"
"Zack wouldn't do that to her, he's a good guy. She was just jealous because she wasn't that popular like he was"
"Filthy slut"
"I heard she was pregnant and suicidal"
According the one of the students, she said that the girl ran out of the hallway and out of the school screaming and crying. She felt bad for the girl and said afterwards the girl never came back to school ever again.
The boy, Zack, was arrested three days after the rape was committed and was held on a ten-thousand dollar bail. He claims he was innocent saying what he had with the girl was consensual. There was no rape involved since he was too good of a person to do that kind of thing. He later claims to the Press that the reason the girl was pressing charges on him was because she wanted money since she was going to keep the baby.
Zack only stayed in jail for two days til his rich father bail him out and the trial was set to begin in four months.
During the trial, the girl stayed home, deep inside her room to get away from those who were calling her a whore every time she walked down the street. Her mother wouldn't come near her and called her Filth and force her to wash to bring back what little pure she had left in her. Her sisters were too far away to comfort her and her little brother didn't have a clue what was going on. Her father was the only one that brought what little comfort he could give to his daughter but even that wasn't enough for her to escape the horror of That Night.
The girl would go through many days with little sleep and wouldn't eat anything on her plate. As the weeks past, she would often stare at herself in the mirror and at her swollen belly. While most people would call their swollen belly a blessing, the girl would call it a curse. An awful curse that her mother wouldn't allow her to get rid of.
"That belly, that child of yours, is a curse, a punishment for your lustful thoughts and intercourse" her mother would tell her every time they looked at each other face to face.
Soon the whole situation became too much for the girl to handle and tried to end it by slashing her throat with a kitchen knife. Her father found her just a minute after the cut on the kitchen floor in a small pool of blood. She was still breathing as she clutches onto the bloody knife.
"I...didn't . . . cut . . . deep . . . enough" she said to her father.
Her father wrapped her neck with a towel and called 911. Later on, the girl was taken to the hospital to be treated and they say she was lucky because the cut wasn't too deep but she did lose a lot of blood. They told her that her baby was safe and well, but that only deepen her emotional wounds and her insanity.
She was in the hospital for a few weeks then afterwards she went back to the darkness of her room.
While her belly was growing bigger and bigger, the girl found some sense of remorse and purity when her mother tossed her a bible and told her to read it.
And she did.
And that's when she lost her last grip of her humanity.
How did the news and press know about her private pain and suffering. Well, her father, the only person the girl trusted, told them for a healthy chunk of change.
It was breaking news that happened just two days before the trial was about to begin. The body of Zack, the boy who was accuse for the violent rape of the girl, was found dead near the same spot where the rape had taken place.
The cause of death was by multiple stab wounds to his heart, chest, arms, and genitals. The scene was both gruesome and very disturbing for the people to detail on the news. For a while they thought the girl had something to do with it but the investigators couldn't get enough evidences to convict her.
The murder was never solved.
7
Jake pulled his long sleeve down to cover the bruises on his arm from the other people. There was a big crowd at the Barnes and Noble book store and they all came for one reason. To get the latest Harry Potter book even if it means punching someone in the kidney and steal it. Jake watched as his Aunt clawed and pulled some other lady's hair to make her let go of the "precious" book. Anna was crying because she wanted to read the book and Anna's oldest sister was supposed to be watching him but left him at the magazines so she could read Anime books alone.
Jake spotted the same boy he saw that school the other day, holding the thick Harry Potter book in his arms. His blue eyes sparkle as he smiles his crooked teeth's smile. Curious got the better of him and he waked over to the boy who seems to have jumped a little from his presence.
"Is that the new Harry Potter book" He asked, literally bending his neck up because the boy was older and taller than him.
"Yes" The boy said.
"Cool, you must be a Harry Potter fan like my cousin" Jake said.
"No, I hate these books it's just one crappy page after another" He said.
"Then why do you have one"
"I'm staying over at my best friend's house and we needed paper to start a fire to make s' mores."
Jake was stunned as the boy walked past him and ran to the Anime books. He couldn't believe the older kid is going to burn a book he desperately wanted to read. For the next twenty minutes, Jake kept a close eye on the boy, watching his ever move with a goal to save the book in his mind. He peeked behind one of the book's shelf and spied of the ten-year-old who was reading "InuYasha" books with a girl.
The girl noticed him staring at them once and a while but didn't bother saying anything to him. Jake figure she wouldn't hurt him since she was probably in enough trouble after that incident in the school.
Another ten minutes went by before the young pair decided to leave. Jake watched them pay for the book and headed for the door.
"I want my Harry Potter book . . . NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW" He heard Anna shouting from the other side of the room.
Jake shook his head and followed the two out of the book store without getting caught or seen by his relatives. He exits the store with the plan to hide somewhere and spy on the pair when he suddenly came to a halt when the girl was right in front of him with a rather annoyed look.
"Why are you following us" She demanded.
Jake swallowed the huge lump in his throat and started to tremble. "Um . . . um . . . c-c-can I h-h-h-ave . . . the book" He said, tilting his head a little in case she was planning on hitting him.
Instead the girl raised an eyebrow, "If you wanted the book, why didn't you buy one" she asked.
"I-I-I-I wanted to but my mom . . . told me it was bad" Jake said in a low voice.
"Bad?" The girl asked.
"Yeah . . . it's full of evil and will . . . take me to . . . hell if I read it" He said.
The two stares at him for what it seems like a long time til the boy started laughing follow by the girl.
"Who told you that piece of trash" she asked.
"My mom . . . she said that I'll go to hell for reading witch craft" Jake said, remembering the beating he got for having a red stain shirt and didn't even want to imagine the punishment if his mother found the book.
"Well, if the book will send you to "hell" then here, take the damn thing" the girl said, shoving the thick book into his hands. "We'll just find something else to burn"
Jake was a little stunned but a small smile spread across his pale face. "Wow, thank you so much, you're the nicest person in the world"
The two started laughing again and walked away from the little eight-year-old. He could have sworn he heard the girl calling him a "Crazy Ass Bastard" but ignored her.
He stares at the book for a few seconds. He can actually feel it burning the palms of his hands from the evil his mother brainwash him to think.
Evil
He couldn't understand why something that brought joy and the excitement of reading to children, teens, and Adults of all ages could be so evil. Maybe it was evil because of the way it makes people act like that commotion that is going on in the book store. He didn't see why people would make a big deal about a boy going to some wizard school to learn (evil) witch craft. Of course, he still wondering why people are so obsess with Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.
Evil, truly, truly evil.
He wanted to open the evil book to the first page but needed to hide it from his Aunt and cousins. He quickly hides the book behind his back when his Aunt walked out of the store without noticing his presence and place her shopping bags down. She looked over at Jake, smiles without even caring or questioning why he was outside, and went back into the store to get Anna and Anna's sister. Jake stuffed the book into one of the plastic bags.
8
She hid behind a large tree and stared at the no-good evil that cursed her with the bastard child in her belly. He was out all night partying with his friends two days before the trail. Little Zacky wouldn't let this trail and accuse ruin his life of nothing but parties, girls and no doubt, another chance to snatch the pure innocence of another girl. Ignoring the pain and the sickness, she sat out there in the middle of the night for him to leave the party at an old abandon house.
With him drinking and doing drugs, it would be so easy for her, despite her condition, to do what has to be done.
She gripped the sharp kitchen knife, the same one she used when she tried to kill herself, in her hand and started to shake. The knife was still coated in her blood.
She closed her eyes and started to pray to give her the strength she needed to send the Evil down where it belongs.
Hell.
Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach made a very painful back flip when she heard his voice. She peeked around the tree and stared at Zack, who was staggering out of the old abandon with a can of beer in his hand, with great bitterness. Burping like the disgusting piece of shit he was, he walked over to a dark-green car that was park the farthest away from the house to get another stock of beer he bought.
It was now or never for the girl to strike as she bit her lip hard and slowly tip toes over to the boy who had his back turn. He was singing a sloppy tune to one of his favorite bands as he opened his trunk and slowly reach in to grab the case of beer.
She took a few steps closer to him with her eyes getting wider by the minute.
She stepped on a twig and Zack stopped dead in his track when he heard the snapping sound. He didn't get to turn around when the girl screamed and charged toward him with the knife in the air. The bright green eyes were all she could see as she brought the knife down and stabbed him in heart. Zack screamed as the knife yanked out of his flesh and stabbed him again in the chest. He fell to his knees and tried to defend himself by grabbing the girl's wrist that was holding the knife. He clutches onto his bleeding chest but couldn't keep his balance so he tried to hang onto the back of the car with dear life.
The girl kicked him causing fall to the ground and leaving a smeared bloody hand-print on the car. With the knife freshly coated with the Evil's blood, the girl fell to his knees next to him and stabbed him til blood was literally pouring out from every square inch of his body.
He begged for her to stop which was ironic to the girl as she bit her lip even harder and tasted blood on her tongue. He dare to beg for his life yet he laughed and hit her when she begged for him to stop during the rape. That boosted her anger and she stabbed him more and more and watched the blood ooze and squirt out of his flesh.
He was dead after sixty-four stab wounds and she left him there in a pool of his own blood.
The girl threw the murder weapon in a trash can that was a block away from her house and went home to wash her bloody hands.
The deed is done.
The Evil's in Hell now.
9
His mother stared at him when he walked into the house in the same chair she sat across the room. A small smirk forms on her mouth when she noticed he was hiding something behind his back. It was pretty obvious by the way his arm folded backwards and the slight fear in his green eyes.
Green eyes
Zack had green eyes.
Oh how they glitter that night in excitement while snatching her innocence and purity away from her. She closed her eyes and is taken back to that horrible night where those eyes sparkle and revealed her reflection of her screaming and begging for him to stop.
She fists her hands, feeling her nails digging into her tender flesh as she continues to remember that horrible day . . . the day she was curse.
Why was she remembering that day.
It was the anniversary of when everything changed. When she was punished for lustful thoughts like her mother told her and was cursed with a bastard child that was just standing there with something behind his back.
The door closed and Jake just stood there, shaking in fear. He thought his mother would be taking her daily three hour nap so he could sneak in the book. He felt a lump in his throat and his mouth getting dry by the second. His bruise started to throb a little bit underneath his long sleeve shirt. He swallowed and started to tremble, "hi, mother" he said.
The fragile eight year old noticed his mother grinning in the dim light of the room.
"What do you have behind your back" She asked in a cold, cold tone of voice.
He didn't want to show her his fear. It just made her grin even more. "Nothing" he said.
She grinned, "you're lying to me" she said, getting up from the chair and advance toward him.
He back up against the door and knew his punishment is coming so he closed his eyes and pulled out the book from behind his back and dropped it to the floor. He could hear his mother sucking in her air then the extreme pain of her hand smacking him across the cheek. He fell to the floor but refuse to open his eyes.
His mother scream, "SIN, SIN, SIN!" she screamed and screamed and screamed, "HOW DARE YOU BRING SUCH EVIL INTO THIS HOLY HOUSE"
"I'M SORRY, SORRY, IT'S JUST A BOOK" Jake shouted only to be kicked in the stomach.
"A BOOK THAT DEALS WITH DEVIL MAGIC, YOU SINFUL BOY" His mother shouted and picked the book up. She noticed he was looking at her as he curls up in a ball with his eyes still shut tight.
"Look at me, you sinful boy" She said.
Jake shivered and opened his eyes and stared at his mother whose face darkens. His mother started to shake when she stared at the boy's green eyes.
He looked exactly like his father.
"Why do you curse me so much" she whispered to him.
She grabbed Jake by the collar and pulled him up from the floor. "Why, why do you curse me so much" she said.
Tears poured down her eyes as she shook him light. "Oh, why, why, even after I took you to hell, you still cursed me with this blasted, sinful child" she said.
"Mommy, I can't breathe" Jake cried.
"SHUT UP, YOU DEVIL'S SPAWN" she shouted and threw him to the floor.
He fell to his knees and try to crawl away from her until he was grabbed by the hair. He cried as he was dragged over to her. He struggled to get away but his mother had a strong grip on him.
"Why must I be cursed, oh, god, I have been punished for lustful thought when I was a young child but why, why must I be forever cursed with this bastard"
"LET ME GO, MOMMY, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Jake shouted.
In the dim light, he was his mother's shadow holding a rectangle thing in her hand while holding him by the hair. She raised the thing above her and it didn't take Jake long to figure out it was the book the girl gave him.
"Mommy, no, please, stop, I'll be a good boy I promise." He begged and pleaded.
She laughed, "you cried just like that bastard of a father of yours before I sent him to hell."
Everything stopped in his mind. This is the first time she told him about his father.
"There was nothing but pure evil in those eyes and so I sent him to hell where he belongs" She said. "But he still curses me"
Jake was compelled to turn around and face her only to see his mother flinches in shear terror. He felt her hand gripping tight on his hair that he was worried she might tear it off.
"STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES" She screamed and started hitting him repeatedly with the thick book.
Jake didn't have time to cry and screamed when he was swatted in the face and the side of his head causing him to black out.
10
A small smile crept up on the side of his cheek as he stares at the mirror what was sitting on the other side of the guest room. It was summer and during the summer his entire family would gather all together, head out to Texas to his grandfather's place and have one big family reunion.
Austin, Texas to be exact.
His grandfather owns a couple of houses near the town's huge lake which he needed when his huge family came by to stay for a week or so. And of course he gets a kick out of his favorite grandchild, Little, lovable Delight who was about to turn ten in a few months. Delight was still as sweet as ever and would probably grow up into a fine young lady with all the boys admiring and going ga-ga over her.
It was too bad he wasn't going to be alive to see those moments.
At the age of twelve soon to be thirteen, Jake had of enough of life and himself.
He could no longer withstand his crazy mother and her bizarre religion behavior. Oh, the beatings, abuse and being called a bastard, sin, and curse was too much.
He felt unloved and hated by his whole family, peers, and life itself.
Oh, the pain . . . why live.
Oh, the sadness . . . why live
Oh, the abuse . . . why LIVE!
His mother had a fit for being force to come down with the rest of the family and ran off to the nearest church to pray. The rest of the family went to the lake to go swimming and watch little Delight being her little delightful way.
Jake stayed at the house and no one seems to notice or care that he didn't go with them.
Oh, the suffering . . . why live
He looked at his complexion and physical being in the mirror. He was so pale, wearing a long sleeve shirt to cover up the bruises and cuts his mother inflicted on him. No bother making excuses for the family about wearing winter clothes in the hot summer because they don't bother asking. There was no color in his hair or eyes and he was so skinny for his age that he can see all of his ribs.
Oh, the loneliness . . . why live.
He took something out of his pocket and stare at it with his pale green eyes.
A single razor laid in his hand with blood already coated on it from last night. Sure, he could easily blast his head off with a gun or use it to kill his entire family then himself but that would be too easy. Where would the fun be if you not inflicting more and more pain on you since you feel like you're immune to it after suffering from it for many, many, many years.
He pulled his sleeve up, revealing the freshly made lines on his arm. They were dark red with a little bit of purple from being slightly bruised. He was only an inch away from cutting his wrist and letting himself bleed to death but that was being saved for his thirteen birthday. He could just imagine it: he would be sitting on his uncomfortable bed with either a black eye or swollen mouth since his mother would always beat him on his birthday. It was a way to punish the "curse" or "sin" from exiting out her belly. He would take the razor out, slowly slit it across his wrist with an insane smile on his face and feel the warm spray of red mist touching his face. Blood would pour and all he would do is sit back and enjoy it til his death arrives.
He shook his head to snap him out of his "wonderful" daydream and place the razor on his pale, tender, flesh and glides it across it leaving a thin red line. It brought a stinging, painful, sensation which brought a smile to his face and repeated the process four more times.
Bubbles of blood started to form in the thin red cuts. They popped letting the blood run down his arm and dripped onto his bed.
Dime size stains started to cover the white pinkish sheets.
Jake grinned.
The pain felt so good, like an addictive drug he was force to try out.
The door opened but Jake didn't flinch or gasp from being caught in one of his "cutting session" He looked up to see Andy walking in and just stared at him. Andy looked at his cousin's blood-covered arm and the tainted razor in the other.
"Grandpa is going to kill you if you get blood on his bed sheets" He said.
"I can wash it out" Jake said, pulling down his sleeve to stop the bleeding.
The stinging, painful sensation appeared again but with Andy standing there Jake didn't grin."what are you doing back so early"
"Policemen were driving by the lake and told everyone to go home. Saying something about strange attacks going on in the East and few in towns that are not too far from here."
"What kind of attacks" Jake asked.
"I don't know, I don't watch the news" Andy shouted, "Anyway, Grandpa is going to start his BBQ early and um . . . well . . . I'm just letting you know"
Jake stares at him for a minute then Andy turned around to walk out the door. "By the way, there's a gun in one of rooms. In case you're ready to kill yourself instead cutting and staining Grandpa's bed sheets."
Andy left leaving Jake alone.
He hated Andy believing Andy would be much happier if he just killed himself instead buying time. He truly hated him.
Jake didn't go down for the BBQ or even leave the room to say goodnight to everyone when everyone was going to bed. He just sat there on his bloodstained bed . . . thinking . . . wondering . . . wishing . . .
...Praying . . .
He could hear his mother praying in the other room. Praying to help her through the curse she was inflicted on nearly thirteen years ago.
He knew she hated him. Greatly.
He hated her as well. Greatly.
His wounds started to throb and could feel the blood still pumping out of those thin cuts.
(Please, please, please, someone, answer my pray, let those who had hurt me be punished for their awful sins and deeds)
Jake laid down on the bed and turned on his side to face the window and repeated.
(Let those who had hurt me be punished for their awful sins and deeds)
With his wounds still bleeding, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Outside the house, miles away where there was a sign that read "Welcome to Austin, Texas," a car crash into the Welcome sign causing the car to burst up into flames. A man opened the car door and fell to the ground with his hand clutching onto his arm.
He crawled away from the burning car and could no longer breathe. He looked at his wound on his arm. A large piece of flesh was bitten off by some maniac while he was stopping at a Rest Stop a few miles back. Blood started to pour out of his mouth as he took two deep breaths and died instantly.
A minute later, he opened his eyes and started to moan . . .
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Author's Note: If you want to see Part II: Afternoon of my story which is when the Dead are invading the city and taking over the lands all I'm asking are five reviews.
