Living Hell: 'Daughters of the Night' (On-Hold) by Chloe Knox & TayTay2000 & Bookaholic25 (classic literature list .txt) 📖

words can’t even describe how horrible she had felt.

Too young with too little experience and intelligence to realize she had broken her ankle.

Not only was she a little girl, alone in the woods next to the town park, with no way to get help or defend herself, she had broken her ankle!

The creature crawled over top of her, glaring down at her. His lips, cracked and pink, curled showing his teeth and growled.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, tightening the muscles in her body, preparing for the worst, as the creature leaned down, his face only inches from hers. She was tempted, but wouldn’t let her eyes open.

She felt the creature’s boney fingers grab her arm, and she innately screamed, “Nick! HELP!”

* * *

“Naomi! Get your lazy ass up!” Agatha yelled as she tossed a pillow at my face. I jerked awake, more because of the nightmare then because of the pillow.

My eyes burst open, and I sighed, relieved that everything had been nothing but a dream, a memory; one of the very few memories I had of my childhood.

The reminder of that horrifying night, quickly blurred, finding its proper place in the back of my unconscious mind.

I turned off my stomach and onto my back, propping my upper body up with my elbows, “I don’t want to,” I whined, stifling a yawn.

Agatha, pulled her blonde locks of hair back into a tight ponytail as she stripped out of her white night gown and changed into ‘the Daughters’ of the Night’s’ uniform; the pure symbol of trash which screamed ‘Mistress/Whore’.

Agatha quickly tied the front of her corset, her boobs bulging over the top of the dress making them look larger than they really were.

Agatha slipped into her emerald green skirt, then tossed me my dress; the one I, like every other girl, had to wear every day, “Too bad. It’s your birthday! The girls wanna celebrate before they have to go to work.”

“They don’t have to do that…neither do you.”

“Oh shut up! I want to! Now get dressed or else!”

“Or else what?” I yelled after Agatha as she walked out of our bedchambers, “I’m already in Hell!”

* * *

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!”

Hailey, Jennifer, Monique, Minnie, Farah, Agatha, Whitney, Kelly, Lily, and Renee all sang in unison, eyes wide and alive with huge overly excited smiles on their faces.

…why?

Why were they smiling? Why were they pretending?

Kelly, Lily, and Renee, I can understand their eagerness! But everyone else’s?

Kelly, Lily, and Renee? They don’t know what today means to me, what’ll one day mean for them. They have yet to realize that they won’t always be a child; pure and innocent, surrounded by protective sheets of white. They have yet to realize that they won’t be able to fall in love and give them self up to someone special. These naïve, oblivious, guiltless, little girls will have to bare their souls and body to the devil, but that’s a few years away. It’s not for me, though. The devil, he’s standing outside my protective white sheet, claws at the ready. At any moment he’ll slash through my innocence and consume me in his horrible dark world, and the old me? The naïve, oblivious, guiltless, little girl within me, will be completely gone.

Everyone, but these three little girls, has gone through it, yet here they all stand, pretending like they hadn’t the slightest clue. They wore big smiles, which on Earth would make my heart warm with compassion. Here, it made me want to scream!

Do they even care about me? Do they care about what’s going to happen to these little girls? Do they care about their own families?

All those questions are stupid to ask…because I already know the answer. Yes, they do care! Every single one…they’re just all better at hiding their emotions then me. It’s how they all keep their sanity. They pretend like nothing’s changed. You ask them about their families on Earth and they say that the fact that Lilith took their memories of life on Earth doesn’t bother them. They say that we ‘the Daughter’s of the Night’ are their new family…and in a way we are, but that’s not how I feel.

Every second of every day I wonder. Where are my parents? How have they changed over the years? How long did they look for me after I disappeared? Did they even look? What about my friends? Do they miss me? Do they even remember me? Did they look for me when I went missing? What about my teachers? My neighbors? Does anyone think of me, as much as I wonder about them?

I torture myself every day, but I can’t help it. The moment I stop caring about my family up on Earth, is the moment that Lucifer wins. The day I give up is the day he completely gains control over me and my life.

“Happy birthday, Naomi! Happy birthday to you!”

All the girls started yelling and cheering and clapping hands as they hugged each other, then hugged me. I put on my fake smile, limply returning the embraces which I received…
...that was it! That was my ‘Sweet Sixteen’!

Exciting right?

Monique, Hailey, and Jennifer each gave me a kiss on the cheek before running off to clean the house. Whitney, Farah, Minnie, Agatha, and I followed the younger girls into the green house.

Fake It Till You Make It

The green house.

That was the one place in the castle, in the whole entire underworld, that I could breathe, that I felt semi-normal.

It was the one place that wasn’t draped with the depressing dark colors of black, blood-red, and maroon. The massive green house was completely alive and refreshing, compared to the dull tension that suffocated me everywhere else in this prison.

Minnie, Farah, Whitney, Agatha, and I sat on the cement bench next to the circular fountain in the middle of the house. Tons of different buds and flowers and shrubbery surrounded us. Small butterflies encircled us, and then landed on the butterfly bush all the way in the back corner of the house. Little rock paths swayed through the bushes and mini-trees, leading to nothing in particular. Just a small path that the girls loved to run on.

“Tag! You’re it!” Kelly yelled in Renee’s face, before taking off like a bullet, down one of the small rock paths and disappearing behind a nude statue of a woman without any arms. Kelly sighed and ran after her, oblivious to the giggling Lily who was hiding under another cement bench only a few feet away.

“What time is it?” I asked.

Farah and Minnie shrugged uncaring, but Whitney’s and Agatha’s uncaring features softened into understanding. They both understood what it was like; the anxious waiting, like listening to the ticking of a bomb strapped to your chest. Farah was only fifteen, so she had a year yet till she’d understand. Minnie, she’s nineteen, yet has managed to escape Lucifer’s clutches of needy pleasure.

Whitney flashed me a sad smile, “It’s around seven o’clock.”

I nodded, dreading what was to come. It was night, now. At any moment Harold, Lucifer’s right hand demon, would come through the green house doors and—“Naomi Thompson?”

I looked away from the girls and looked over my shoulder. Standing at the doors was a Buddha bellied man with thinning hair and black eyes. It was Harold.

“Ye-yes!” I yelped, my voice cracking. My heart was already pounding against my chest at inhuman speed; my breaths were catching in the back of my throat.

“Me lord would like to see you.”

I nodded, and slowly began to stand, but Agatha grasped onto my shoulder pushing me back down onto the bench. She quickly stood, straightened her skirt, and then with her chin held high looked Harold right in the eye, “Lucifer will not be able to be accompanied by Naomi tonight.”

I didn’t know what to do or say, but I also didn’t want to go with Harold to Lucifer’s bedchambers, so I stayed quite.

“And why is that?” Harold asked with a somewhat annoyed, somewhat amused look on his face as he crossed his arms over his bulging belly.

“You see, Harold, Naomi isn’t feeling very well tonight. Just look at her. She’s as pale as a ghost. I don’t think Lucifer would appreciate having to clean up chunks all night—“ Harold’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought “—I’d be more than happy to takeover for my sick friend.” She said with a faint curtsy, making me go agape.

“What? Aggie? What are you doing?” I whispered, lightly tugging on her skirt. She just stepped out of my grasp, never taking her eyes off Harold or wavering.

Farah, Whitney, and Minnie just watched with blank expressions.

“I’m sure you would,” Harold mumbled, with a low chuckle, as he walked forward to scowl down at Agatha, “I sure wouldn’t want to deal with that—“ Harold sneered as he gestured with a hand wave to me “—but Lucifer has sent for her

.”

Agatha opened her mouth, but Harold cut her off with another glare, “and ONLY

her…but…if you’re so eager…maybe you would like to accompany ME

, tonight, Miss.