One Way Ticket from Hell

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  • Published: 14 Apr 2018
  • Updated: 17 May 2018
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My live has always been a hell – and, I’m not exaggerating, I don’t have any teenage-crisis. I mean, Hell, literary. I live on the suburbs, you know, a dim and gloomy place called the Valley of Destruction, and my mom is a demon specialised in tempting our dear neighbours from above – from Earth. She’s really good at it – there are many of diplomas and statues for The Demon of the Year and even some for The Demon of Century. She has even a mug with bright red letter saying “A one-way trip to Hell”. But, if it comes to tempting humans, I must say I’m the best prove she’s good.
My name is Abandon – yes, after this Abandon, mum’s a real fan of him – I’m sixteen years old and I’m a half-demon.

Entered in the monster story marathon, category: a love story.


17. A new beginning


I wake up at hospital; I look around and I see my dad sitting just by my bed. He appears to be older than I remember; he’s pale and there’re winkles on his forehead. He looks like a man who worries way too much.

“Hey, kid,” he gives me a tired smile, and, to my surprises, ruffles my hair. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“What about Susan?” I whisper. I’m not sure if I want to know the truth, but then he pats my arm reassuringly.

“She’ll be all right.”

“Why are you smiling?” I groan. My head aches and I well sick. My eyes itch and I reach to my face to rub them, but dad stops me.

“Don’t touch your eyes, kid. You wore those contacts too long. They irritated your eyes,” he explains. “You cannot use one pair of contacts for as long as you like.”

“Wait, what?” I wonder if there’s something wrong with my head, because I cannot make any sense of what he’s saying. “I don’t wear contacts, dad. My eyes are naturally...” I stop short, when he walks to the wall and takes the small mirror that hangs there. He comes back to my side and holds it so that I can see my reflection.

I almost scream; almost, because suddenly my voice is gone.

My eyes are not intensive blue anymore – they are a much paler shade if it. They seem faded, and... human. And my eyebrows above them are not dark blue anymore, but light brown, and my hair... I blink several times, then brush my hair with my hand. I look at my palm; there’s something blue and oily on it.

“I didn’t know you use coloured hair wax,” Dad tells.

I know he doesn’t mean me, but my kind in general.

“Because we don’t,” I mutter. “What’s the hell going on?”

“Well, Gabriella said something about some consequences, but I didn’t understand much of it,” he admits in a low voice. “And there was the strange man, and he handed me this,” he shows me a piece of paper. “I don’t understand it.”

“Because it’s old Hebrew,” I mutter. I blink a few times, trying to focus on the letters. I scan through the paper, and as I read, I’m getting colder and colder.

When I’m done, the paper bursts into flames.

“Louis, what is it?” my dad demands. “Is there something wrong?”

I look at him, totally perplexed.

“I have no idea. It’s... It’s from Hell,” I stammer. It’s hard to find my voice. “I got... exiled. They wrote I betrayed my kind... and what we believe in... I’m just a freak of nature... And I can’t ever go back. Ever,” I gaze into his eyes. “I won’t see my mom ever again. She disowned me.”


“I won’t ever come back...” I repeat, trying to understand. I sit up slowly. “Is there a bathroom?”

Dad motions at the white door at the opposite wall.

“Don’t lock the door,” he says, but I hardly hear him.

Once in the bathroom I lean over the sink and let the water run over my head. I take the hospital soap and rub my hair, watching the blue foam disappearing in the drain.

“Louis, what are you doing?” my dad sighs and puts a towel over my shoulders. The foam is gone and I straighten, brush past him and go to get the mirror.

My hair is not blue anymore. It’s a light shade of brown.

“I’m not a demon anymore...” I slowly shake my head. Dad heads toward me, places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me onto the bed. I sit down, and he takes a seat next to me. “I’m a... human?”

“Isn’t it for the best?” he offers. I try to rub my hair dry, ignoring him. “You enjoyed the time with us. You’re my son. I want you to stay.”

“But all the trouble...” I get silent when I hear a knock at the door. Laura glimpses inside and Amanda brushes past her mother and runs toward me, but she stops rapidly and gapes at me.

“Louis! What happened to your eyes and hair?!

“All right, all right, it wasn’t natural,” I laugh nervously. “Contacts and hair wax, that’s all.”

I catch a glimpse of Amanda’s disappointed face, but then there’s Laura before me, and she pulls me into a hug. And this time I have nothing against it. I even hug her back – shortly and a bit awkwardly, but still.

“I wish we could take you back home right now, honey” her hands around me tighten. “But they want you to stay for the night. For observation.”

“I’ll fine...” I mutter and she finally releases me.

About two hour later two police officers enters the room and start asking question; it looks like they’re still searching for Rachel and they want to know how I knew what she was going to do. I say I didn’t and that I was just to meet her at the bridge, and when I found her, Susan was unconscious. I find it easy to lie, I don’t mutter or stutter, and I almost believe myself.

I wonder if Gabriella stands beside me, whispering to my ear.

In the evening, Amanda and Laura have to leave the hospital, but dad has the night shift again, so he promises to come back after he’s finished with other patients. The ward round takes him about half an hour, and when he’s back, he has great news.

“Susan is conscious,” he says, smiling. “She has a concussion, but she’ll be all right soon.”

“There was a man with us. I mean, when before they took us here,” I remember. “He was with Gabriella.”

“Yeah, she mentioned him. I forgot his name, though,” Dad nods his head. “He’s Susan’s guardian angel.”

“I though angels cannot meddle into human’s affairs like this,” I frown. We, demons... I mean, demons can’t.

“Let’s call it a miracle, all right?”

I agree.

“But where’s Gabriella?” I want to know. I feel like she didn’t tell me many things that she should. I want to know what I am now. How I could become a human.

“She’s still here,” Dad explains with a smile. “She’s your guardian angel, kid. Now, when you’re a full-blood human, she has a full-time job.”

“So I am...?”

“Yes. You are.”

It’s beyond my comprehension.

“I’m not going back to Hell,” I say it loud, because in this way it’s easier to believe it. I smile under my nose. Maybe they drugged me; I start giggling. “I’m not going back!”

“No, you’re not,” Dad nods. “But let’s keep it to ourselves, shall we?”

I nod my head a few times.

“And I’m going to live with you?” I ask just to make sure.

“Yes, Louis. You’re stuck with us for good.”

I smile to myself. It looks like my ticket from Hell was one-way, after all. Maybe it’s how it should be. Maybe it’s just a fate.

It’s a choice, I hear a whisper just by my ear. I look around, but there’s no one around but my dad. I know who said it, though. Gabriella may have a point.

So it was a choice. A choice to save Susan when it was the last thing I was supposed to do. And it’s a choice now, before, for the first time, I really feel my life is in my own hands.

I was never good at being a half-demon, and I just hope I’ll better at being a human.

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