One Way Ticket from Hell

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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.

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8. The after effects

The cops asked way too many question, if you ask me. They took as to the hospital, but they made us tell the story over and over again; unfortunately, no one but me was able to tell what happened.

So Susan has been taken to an X-ray, and Simon, who was thrown into the air and hit the ground pretty badly, has taken to an examination. I and Rachel sit on the corridor with Deputy Brown; we wait for more doctors.

“I can believe how foolish you, kids, can be,” Brown tells again. He’s been saying that over and over again, sometimes using it instead of a comma. “To go to a deserted cemetery in the middle of night? But, well, your...”

“... parents will deal with this,” I cut him off.

He has already called our parents, of course, and they were on their way to the hospital. I dread the moment I’ll meet my father. I really shouldn’t care what he thinks of me, but in the same time I feel I don’t want him to dislike me. Maybe it’s because I know that or my mother I’ve been only a disappointment. Maybe some part of me wants to be accepted by him, even if he’s only a human.

Deputy Brown frowns at me, but when he’s about to open his mouth to scold me, a doctor in white gown appears. She invites me to the examination room, and I fight the urge to stick my tongue at the cop. I follow her, and she closes the door.

“I’m Doctor April,” she smiles at me. She’s not old, maybe about thirty years old, and she has badges with emoticons attached to her gown. A paediatrician, I think. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you, my dear. Please, sit down,” she motions at the white couch. I do as I’m told, and she switch on the lamp and turns it toward me. “I’ll see your throat, ok? The attacker tried to choke you, didn’t he?”

I only nod my head and let her feel my neck. It’s still swollen and sore, but I’m not worried. I know it’ll be like new until tomorrow evening. It would be back to normal in the morning if I were a pureblood demon, but well, I’m not, so my body’s healing abilities aren’t that great.

“Do you have any problems breathing?” the doc asks.

“No, I’m really fine.”

There’s a short knock at the door, and it gets opened half a second later. I don’t know why people knock if they don’t wait to be invited in; in the corner of my eye I see someone storming into the room, and I look in his direction.

It’s my father.

“Louis!” he’s by me after two, long steps. His eyes fall on my throat, and he grasps my chin and makes me to raise my head. He feels my neck, but he’s not that delicate as Dr. April, and I grimace. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Robert, he’s all right,” the woman pats my dad’s shoulder.

“Forgive me, Anna,” he gives her a weak smile. They must be co-workers. I realise I’ve never asked my dad where exactly he works. “When a man is waken up in the middle of the night, and a policeman tells him some druggie tried to choke his son somewhere at an old cemetery, you forget about good manners.”

“No worries, Rob,” she smiles at him reassuringly. “Your boy is fine. You can take him home.”

We stay at the hospital for about half an hour, during which my dad talks with the deputy, and I stare at the wall. Rachel was also examined; through she told brown the junkie hadn’t touched her. She was of course found well and soon, and once the examination was over her mother took her home.

“Excuse me,” I ask a passing by nurse. “Are Peter and Susan all right?”

She stops and scans the paper in her hands.

“Peter has a broken rib,” she says. “And we’re keeping Susan for an observation. It’s nothing serious.”

I stare at the white wall before me. Again.

I wonder if the ghost attacked us because of me. A half-demon visits a cemetery and an escapee from Hell goes at him; it can’t be a coincidence. Maybe he was there for a long time, and it was my presence that provoked him? He must have felt the blood of his tortures in me.

“Louse, we’re going home,” my dad places his hand on my shoulders. He leads me to the car and waits until I get in and closes the door.

I’m prepared for an especially unpleasant lecture, but he doesn’t start talking. He turns on the engine, and soon we drive through the dark streets. The street lamps dazzle me. I feel so tired I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep before we arrive at home.

“It was a school project,” I mutter, hating the way he stares at the road before us, but he won’t even glimpse at me. “About the city’s history. I thought it would be nice to engage in something for once.”

“Louis, I can’t talk to you right now,” he says. I see his fingers tighten on the wheel. “I don’t want to say anything I will regret later.”

I don’t respond. If he says so, there must be a lot of mean things he would like to tell me right now. Maybe I deserve all of it.

“I’ll go back to Hell if you won’t me to,” I mutter under my nose.

“Not now, Louis. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

So the talk is over. I sigh under my nose, resigned. I turn to the side window I gape at the houses we’re passing by.

Suddenly, my phone rings. It’s the hellish one. I look at the screen; it’s my mom calling.

I don’t want to talk with her, but I answer it anyway.

“Abandon!” I hear her voice. It’s hard to read emotions from it, and I wonder if she’s mad at me or not. Hell, I have no idea what to expect. “My idea was great, see? A few days in human world and you helped to catch an escapee! Not to mention teaching the girl how to steal!”

“You know about this?” I ask blankly.

“Of course I know. It was a really good first step. I wonder what you are up to now... No, don’t tell me, I want to be surprised!”

“I’m not up to anything,” I bite my lower lip. I feel a little hurt, because she hasn’t even asked how I feel. Maybe she doesn’t know I was almost choked? “Mom, listen, I want to go home.”

My father does glimpse at me. I’m sure I didn’t imagine it.

“Ab, honey, it’s a good beginning, but if you want to go home earlier, you must try harder. You have a month visa. And I’m not taking you back earlier, unless you really surprise me.”

“Good to know.”

I hang up; now I know how my dad feels. I’m too disappointed and mad at my mom to talk to her right now.

So I’m not bad enough to go back to Hell, but also not good enough to fit in on Earth.

Once dad opens the front door, I go straight to the guestroom. I don’t care enough to change into my pyjama. I kick off my shoes and jump onto the bed. I’m almost asleep, when suddenly someone turns on the light.

I squint my eyes and look at my dad approaching the bed.

“I have something for you,” he places a little jar on the night table. “It’s an ointment. It’ll ease pain and puffiness. Do you need help to apply it to your neck?”

“I can do it myself. I’m not a baby.”

I reach for the jar and my dad walks back to the door. He’s about to go out, when he stops and looks at me.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Louis,” he says. “It’s your life and your choices. We’ll help you make good ones, if you let us.”

I freeze with the jar in my hand. He turns the light off and leaves.

I wonder if I –as a half-human – have a half-free will. Or maybe, as a half-demon am I damned from the very beginning?

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