One Way Ticket from Hell

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  • Published: 14 Apr 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.


13. Girls are complicated

I didn’t go to school for a few days, spending most of my time in the guest bedroom, sleeping or day-dreaming. Rachel called once or twice, but I wasn’t in mood to talk, and she didn’t insist.

We talked about Peter only once. I told I’m sorry for her los, she said that I should be relieved that my secret is safe now. I didn’t comment it.

Yeah, I should be relieved. But somehow I’m not.

Living on Earth is much more complicated than in Hell.

A week passed very quietly. There was Peter’s funeral and the lessons at school were shortened in order to let the students attend it. I didn’t want to go, but I decided to go just in the last minute. I stood with Rachel at the cemetery – not the one we had visited that night, of course – and when the coffin was slowly lowered into the hole, she took my hand and gave me a sweet smile.

Before I left Hell mom had warned me no to get attached to humans. I think I’ve broken that rule. Holding hands with Rachel evoked some strange feelings in me; feeling that I’ve never known. Amanda saw us, and later she asked if we’re dating. I don’t think so, but honestly, I have nothing against it.

What surprised me, Susan doesn’t hang out with us anymore. I know I’m not her friend, but she and Rachel appeared to be rather close. Yet, Susan avoids us both whenever she can.

Today’s a Saturday. I lie on the bed, with the headphones in my ears, texting Rachel and browsing the Internet. I really like the Internet – it’s one of the best things about Earth.

I don’t realise I’m not alone in the room anymore until my dad pats my shoulder. I jump up, startled, and he starts to laugh.

“I knocked,” he says, sitting on the bed beside me. “You play the music too loud. It’s bad for your ears.”

“Dad, really, I won’t get deaf,” I roll my eyes. “I’ll stop aging when I twenty-something. I’m immortal. My body regenerates.”

He nods his head, but his expression says he can’t really comprehend it. Honestly, I can imagine it myself. I’m only sixteen now. My mother was born about three hundred years ago, and if humans saw us now, they would think we’re siblings. And she knows demons who knew Adam and Eve.

When I think about eternity awaiting me, I feel like I’ll get bored to death. But, of course, I can’t die. I really need to find a job I’ll be happy to do for millenniums.

“Listen, Louis, we’re concerned about you,” he says. “You’re spending whole days here. It’s time to get out, don’t you think?”

“I’m grounded,” I remind, but he shakes his head.

“Not anymore. You’re free to meet with your friends. It’s Saturday. Kids at your age should be out.”

“I don’t have friends, dad,” I mutter, but just then I get another text from Rachel.

“Take the girl to the cinema,” he suggests. “Or go for a walk with her. I can drive you to the town.”

At first I don’t want to go, but then I remember just how bored I am, and I agree. I call Rachel, and she’s more than happy to meet with me. We decide to go to the cinema; there’s some new science fiction movie. I’ve never been in human cinema, and I’m quite curious about it. I’ve heard they serve popcorn and sweets there. We have cinemas in Hell, of course, but the only snack you can buy there are chips made of chopped, congealed lava. It’s good for teeth and crispy, but tastes like a rock.

“Maybe we could go something quiet instead,” Rachel suggest when we meet. “I’d like to talk to you.”

“There’s nothing really to talk about,” I try to lead her into the shopping gallery. The cinema is on the top floor. “Why won’t we forget the damn video and enjoy the movie?”

She doesn’t answer, but she turns around and head in the opposite direction. I follow her rather unhappily. We’re walking along white bungalows, each one just the same as the other, with quarter lawns and verandas. There’s a wall of green in front of us; the estate ends rapidly and a forest behinds. We walk into it, following a narrow path that leads us deeper and deeper, until I can see the white houses no more.

“Step carefully,” Rachel warns.

The patch leads us down the hill, and the slope is steep. I hear a noise of running water, and soon I see a river below us. Down there there’s a wider path and an old, iron bridge. A few minutes later, when we’re done fighting our way through bushes, we sit in the middle of it. I don’t really like the way its part creaks under our weight.

“I always come here when I want to be lonely,” she says. “No one will interrupt us.”

She sits in opposite to me; the bridge is narrow, and as we lead against the guardrails, our legs meet.

Rachel gives me the brightest smile.

“So? Will you tell me now?” she asks, gazing at me as if she tried to hypnotize me. I want to look away, but I can’t; it feels like my look is glued to hers.

The way she looks at me makes me want to tell her everything, but I know I can.

“It’s forbidden to speak about it,” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, Rachel.”

“So you cannot tell me,” she leans forward. “But I can talk, and everything you’ll do is nodding or shaking your head.”

I don’t respond, wondering what would happen if she knew. Would we still be friends? She knows there’s something wrong with me, she deleted the video, she called the Hellish Emergency Line and heard me speaking with the dispatcher.

My mother had an affair with a human, she had a half-blood baby, and my father somehow found out what she was. And nothing happened. The Apocalypse didn’t come. The world didn’t get aflame. And down in Hell, the canals are still filled with lava, the volcanoes erupt, the sinners scream in the depths of Abyss.

 “Are you human?” Rachel asks.

I slowly, very slowly, shake my head ‘no’.

Her eyes shine. She bites her lower lip, and she smiles with excitement.

“Are you immortal?”

This time it’s yes from me.

“Are you a vampire?” she whispers.

This time I burst into laughter.

“That’s not fair, Louise!” she punches my calf, but she smiles too. “Can you imagine how much courage I needed to come here with you when I was wondering if you wanted to drink my blood?”

“Were I a vampire, there would be a lot of people missing at the town,” I suggest. I cannot stop giggling. It’s going to be fun. “Try harder.”

She moves to my side of the bridge, and now we sit arm by arm. I can tell her hair smells like a mixture of flowers. I’ve never known such a smell in Hell. Down there, everything has the odour of sulphur.

“So, are you giving up so easily?” I ask after a few minutes of silence.

“I never give up,” she shakes her head. Strands of black hair fall on her face, and she brushes the back with her fingers. “You know, I just realised it’ll be more satisfying to wait until you want to tell me everything.”

“Oh really?” I look at her from under a raised eyebrow. “And how do you know I would ever want to tell you?”

“Oh, believe me, I’ll trick you into it,” she promises. Then she leans forward and gives me a quick kiss.

I have no time to react, because the next second she starts walking up the hill.

“We can still make it to the next pic!” she calls.

I follow her wondering how a human girl managed to make my life so complicated. I realise I don’t really mind it.

We run back to the shopping centre, joking and jostling playfully. We arrive just as the movie begins. I look at Rachel; there’s no light except the one coming from the screen, her hair so black it blurs into the darkness around, and her eyes shine with colours.

I take out my hellish phone to text my mom. My plans have just changed. I don’t want to go back home anymore. There’s only a few weeks of school anyway, and then  I’m going to have a wonderful summer.

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