A Hellgirl's Diary Part 7

That was fantasy. This was reality. It didn’t make sense for all of them to be coincidences. All the abnormal incidents and accidents don’t happen that often. Even if they do, they can’t happen around that one particular person.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to mull it over as we’d already reached the hospital. Unbuckling my seat belt, I hurried out of the car and yelled and nurses and doctors. Thankfully, the responded and Leonard was wheeled into the emergency wad.

Minutes later, a nurse came up to Aaron and I and said, ‘We’ve contacted his family. Thank you for sending him here.’

‘How’s his condition?’ asked Aaron.

‘He’s lost a lot of blood and some muscle tissues were damaged but you sent him here just in time. He’ll be fine,’ said the nurse.

‘Okay, thank you.’

There was only silence as we made our way to Aaron’s car. Neither one of us wanted to talk. I can’t deny it, my heart, a part of it, was leaping with joy.

‘Where do you live?’

I turned to look at Aaron, frowning.

‘I’ll walk back.’

‘Is it nearby?’

Well, if you consider 10 miles near then yes, it’s near.

‘No, actually. But I’ll manage.’

‘Just tell me where you live. I’ll send you back,’ Aaron was persistent.

It wasn’t even a request. It was an order. Annoyed, I glared at him.

‘I may have been ignored all my life, but it doesn’t mean you can talk to me in that tone,’ I snapped.

To my surprise, Aaron’s expression softened. Although I might’ve been imagining it. He sighed heavily.

‘Sorry. I’m a little worn out. Just, please, do me a favor and let me send you back. I wouldn’t want you to get kidnapped or anything.’

‘You gotta be kidding me. People refuse to even walk on the same pavement as me, let alone kidnap me.’

Aarons frowned and folded his arms.

‘However, your apology is accepted and thanks for the offer,’ I added. Aaron smiled.

‘I’ll take that as a yes, then.’

Getting into his car, I started wondering, even now as I’m writing this, I’m wondering… Perhaps, my bad luck’s finally running out. And this guy, Aaron, will actually be able to make a change in my current miserable life.

‘So, where to?’ asked Aaron, interrupting my thoughts.

’13, Star Road 3E/13.’

‘That’s just at the back of my place.’

I turned to look at him, frowning.

‘Then why haven’t I seen you before?’

With a glint in his eye, Aaron said, ‘Maybe I didn’t want to be seen.’

I frowned harder. ‘You’ve been stalking me?’

‘I was just joking. I came back from England two days ago.’

‘Come back? For what?’

And with that, Aaron smiled. ‘That is private and confidential.’

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back, not bothering press for any more details. Thoughts flooded my mind again. The events of these 2 days, my “bad” luck, Aaron’s sudden appearance in my life…

‘Here. 13, Star Road 3E/13,’ said Aaron, bringing my floating mind back to earth.

‘Thanks,’ I said, meaning it.

‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow.’

Just when I was actually starting to not mind him talking to me, he makes me mad and agitated again. I turned and glared at him.

‘It’s only a 10-minute walk from here,’ I snarled.

‘I know. But you always leave 2 hours earlier to avoid everyone so I’ll do you a favor and fetch you.’

Raising my eyebrows, I folded my arms.

‘I really don’t understand you.’

‘Doesn’t matter. Just say yes and I’ll get out of your sight.’

‘If I don’t?’ I challenged.

‘I’ll sit in my car and wait for you till tomorrow morning,’ he smirked.

‘You’re gonna kill me, you know that?’

I got out of the car and slammed the door. Getting my keys out, I unlocked the door and climbed the stairs which led directly to my room. It was so I wouldn’t bump into any of my family members.

Exhausted from the day’s events, I quickly showered and undressed. Not bothering with my homework, I sat down at my desk and began writing.

And now, I really cannot continue or my fingers will detach themselves from my hand. Then again, that would be doing me a favor.

HellGirl

P/S: I will update tomorrow. If I feel like it.

A Hellgirl's Diary Part 6

‘We have to get him to the hospital. Someone call the ambulance!’ he ordered.

The whole class left. Including Mrs. Olivia, who looked as if she was going to faint any minute.

‘The ambulance wouldn’t be fast enough,’ I told him, in a matter-of-fact tone.

‘We’ll take the scissors out first, then.’

‘Good luck with that.’

For a minute there, I actually wanted to believe he would be able to pull it out.

‘It’s stuck. Come and help.’

I looked at him sharply.

‘You gotta be kidding me. I’ll only make it worse,’ I said. ‘Have you already forgotten I’m what caused this mishap?’

Now he turned and glared at me.

‘So you’re gonna sit there and watch him die,’ he said in a tone that felt as if he was telling me that’s what I should do. ‘You didn’t cause this. You didn’t even move when he tripped or when the scissors landed inside him.’

‘I breathed. That’s bad enough.’

‘So you’re going to do nothing about it? Even if it might save his life?’

‘It wouldn’t be the first time.’

But despite what I said, I couldn’t bear to watch Leonard just die. Maybe, maybe just this once, I can actually save someone.

‘Can’t believe I’m doing this,’ I murmured, kneeling next to Lucky Dude.

‘Here, hold the handle. One the count of three. 1, 2, THREE!’

The handles flew off. Lucky Dude’s eyes narrowed. My heart sank, predicting the worst.

‘Try again. Grab the ends.’

I did as he instructed.

‘Okay. 1, 2, Three!’

Miraculously, it came out, fully stained with blood. Leonard screamed. Ignoring him, Lucky Dude took his shirt off and wrapped it around Leonard’s thigh to momentarily stop the bleeding.

‘Go check if the ambulance is here.’

I walked out into the hallway. As I’d predicted, not a soul was around. And I bet they didn’t bother calling the ambulance either. Why would they? Too many lost causes, thanks to me…

Frustrated, I walked back into the classroom.

‘No one’s around.’

Aaron swore (I’m getting tired of writing “Lucky Dude” all the time). Leonard stopped screaming but had a steady flow of tears falling.

‘We’ll send him to the hospital ourselves, then. Help me lift him up.’

I put Leonard’s left arm over my shoulder, wincing as his weight were causing my muscles to tense up.

‘You drive to school?’

‘My question was left unanswered as we half carried-dragged Leonard towards the car park.

‘We’ll put him at the back seat. Can you support him for a while?’

‘Do I have a choice?’

I nearly stumbled as all of Leonard’s weight leaned on me, but I held my ground as Aaron unlocked the door. We managed to get Leonard in without breaking his leg.

‘Get in.’

Aaron was determined, speeding along the roads, ignoring hoots from other vehicles.

‘I don’t wanna die… I don’t wanna die…’

‘You’re not gonna die. Have faith,’ snapped Aaron. Leonard whimpered.

Millions of thoughts rushed through my head. Was the curse finally lifting? Maybe everything that’s happened were all coincidences? Maybe I’m normal after all.

A Hellgirl's Diary Part 5

2 September 1998

Honestly, those peabrains never get it, do they? All the accusations, court cases, laws… None of them work. Yet they still don’t give up.

The Stuarts next door claimed their 5-month-old daughter, Angelica, caught a glimpse of me through the window last night around the time I was already asleep, and apparently, that’s what caused the death of their baby.

Just for the record, I don’t sleep standing when I’ve got a perfectly nice bed to sleep on. Let alone at the window, which is on the other side of the room. So provided the baby could see through walls, I did not cause its death.

Anyways, after the commotion outside the house, (Mrs. Stuart tried strangling me, but her fingers set on fire), I made my way to school, half-hoping the news hadn’t travelled that fast yet.

Who was I kidding? Mr. Stuart is a well-known man in these parts. Any news regarding his family would spread through town like flowing water. Good or bad, it wouldn’t matter. Those rat-porters (reporters) would do anything as long as their paper got the credit. And the Stuarts wouldn’t matter, because it gave them publicity.

Stupidity has conquered them.

True enough, it seemed that everyone had already found out about the baby. The corridors were mysteriously empty and during lunch break, everyone literally raced out the classroom, refusing to stay in the same room with me. Everyone, except “Lucky Dude”.

‘Not going out for lunch?’

-Silence-

‘You’re not deaf, are you?’

That did it. I looked up and glared at him angrily.

‘No, I’m not deaf. But I’m not stupid either. I, for one, wouldn’t walk into my own grave,’ I snapped.

‘You’re not harping on that still, are you?’

‘Harping? Who says I’m harping? I’m just trying to implant that fact into that small brain of yours,’ I snapped.

‘And if I don’t want it implanted?’

I continued glaring.

‘Stay-away-from-me. Trust me, you’d be doing me a favor.’

‘Don’t you feel lonely, then?’

Oh hell, he actually looked amused.

‘Why should I?’ I retorted. ‘I’ve been alone for the whole of my life. I’m not exaggerating because it’s the truth. And I don’t think I need to tell you why.’

‘I know. But that doesn’t mean I believe it,’ said Lucky Dude. ‘And just because you’ve been alone, it doesn’t mean you’re not lonely. It gives you a reason to feel that way.’

I glared daggers at him.

‘That’s your problem. Not mine. Now get lost and leave me alone.’

Shrugging, he left. I sighed and started on my physics homework. Not that it’s got a deadline, but I didn’t have anything to do. And I’m not the day-dreamer type.

Classes started an hour later. Mrs. Olivia, our English teacher, was about to say something when Leonard Stevens ran in, tripped over Dennis’s outstretched foot and landed right next to my desk. Everyone except Lucky Dude gasped in horror. Leonard was about to get up when Dennis’s scissors slipped off his desk and speared through Leonard’s thigh. Crying out in pain, Leonard dragged himself away from me, leaving a long trail of blood behind.

Nobody moved at first. Then Lucky Dude stood up and walked to Leonard’s side. Bending down, he inspected Leonard’s wound. The scissors was still halfway buried in his thigh.

A Hellgirl's Diary Part 4

Hearing footsteps behind me again, I stopped in my tracks by didn’t turn around.

‘If you keep following me, I swear to the devil I’ll kill you myself,’ I snarled, sounding as lunatic-y as possible, like I was some mad mass murderer.

Thankfully, my act put him off my trail. I really would’ve killed him, though. And I don’t mean by the “accidental” curse. I would’ve done it because I wanted to.

Hey, I’m allowed to do that once in a while. Rules don’t apply to me anyway. I’m what some people might consider calling…

Immortal.

Is there such a thing, though? Immortality. Either that or I’m just indestructible. Doesn’t matter. I’m put on this earth to suffer and make others suffer as well, until I breathe my last breath and die a natural death. What’s a cursed girl supposed to be? I can’t lead a normal life. Not without wiping out the whole American population.

Anyways, I walked into my room, still fuming. However, there was a slight curious feeling mingling with the anger. Lucky Dude wasn’t, isn’t, and ordinary guy or he would’ve died a long time ago. Wonder who he is…

Or rather, what he is…

Great, now my imagination’s running away with my brains. I’ll need to get some sleep.

HellGirl

P/S: I’ll update tomorrow, unless something miraculous happens and I die.

A Hellgirl's Diary Part 3

The answer-yes. Lucky Dude was still alive and kicking till school ended. Taking my time with the packing of my bag, as I leave school only after everyone leaves, I looked around, only to find Lucky Dude staring at me, grinning.

‘Am I that amusing?’ I heard the words from his mouth in a mocking voice.

-Silence-

Ignoring him, I picked my bag up and walked out. Unfortunately, he followed.

‘Why’s everyone afraid of you?’

‘I’m a walking murderer.’

‘Really? Doesn’t look like it.’

I turned sharply and stared at him.

‘Maybe this will let the message sink through your head. My parents have tried to kill me since I was a kid. No one dares to talk to me. Make eye contact with me and misfortune will hit you seconds later.’

I paused for a while.

‘But apparently, it doesn’t apply to you.’

‘What can I say? I’m a lucky guy.’

‘Pfft. More like you’re God’s son or something.’

He burst out laughing. Rolling my eyes, I walked ahead, leaving him behind.

‘The nerve. Sheesh,’ I thought.

I thought my explanation had finally gotten him to stop talking to me when he caught up with me a while later.

‘Sorry. Didn’t mean to laugh.’

I glared at him again.

‘Yea. And I’m James Bond’s wife.’

‘No, really.’

He walked in front of me, blocking my path.

‘Friends?’ he said, sticking his hand out towards me.

I continued staring at him, trying to identify him as an alien that exploded from Mars and landed here on Earth.

‘You’re crazy. After what I told you back there, you want to be my friend now?!!’ I asked.

‘What’s wrong with that?’ he asked, casually.

‘What can I say to make you leave if all I said just now didn’t work?’

‘Err… Nothing, actually. I mentioned I’m not superstition person and I’m not about to change that.’

‘It’s not superstition, it really happens. You only say it’s superstitious because there’s no proof of it in black and white, since it hasn’t happened to you yet,’ I said. Keeping my glare, I continued, ‘I wasn’t hallucinating when all those people just dropped dead just by shaking my hand!’

At that point of time, I actually thought I felt tears at the back of my eyes. Thankfully, they were obedient enough to not flow in front of Lucky Dude. It was true I wasn’t hallucinating, and to tell you the truth, I wanted it to stop. I wanted to stop taking people’s lives away, to stop giving hospitals a million and one patients every day and to stop my silence because it would save the person an injury and maybe even death.

‘I can change that,’ Lucky Dude said, solemnly.

I rolled my eyes at him in disbelief. The guy obviously didn’t get it.

‘I believe I used the correct words but I just have to ask, which part of the phrase “I’m a death omen” do you not understand?’

‘I don’t believe in death omens.’

I was getting real fed up. Fine. If he didn’t believe me, I’d prove it to him. Yanking him by the sleeve, I walked towards the guard house. Smiling for the first time in 10 years, I looked at the guard and said, ‘Hi, you know me as the Hellgirl. How do you do?’

The effect was immediate. The 40-year-old man tripped over nothing in particular and fell down. I frowned and turned back to Lucky Dude, swearing to myself I heard bones cracking.

‘There. Believe me now?’

‘No. That was an accident.’

I could hardly believe my ears.

‘You’re naïve. So what did he trip over? Thin air molecules?’

‘It’s just coincidence,’ he insisted.

‘Oh, so the people around me died by coincidence?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow.

‘Maybe…’

‘Yea, right. You’re just incurable.’

With that, I picked up my bag and walked away, ignoring the screams of the guard. I didn’t have to look to see both his shins were broken.