Chapter 11
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She slowly felt the wind becoming more vigorous, and soon she kissed the ground as the force pushed her down; gritting her teeth, Mary pulled her fragile form off the ground only to be hit by th slamming force of the wind, sending her spiraling through its raging waves. Just as it all became too much, she opened her eyes. It was all a dream.
Without thinking, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, the massive perspiration drip a contrast to the cold room. Her pillow was drenched in sweat. Was it all a dream? It looks like it was. There is nothing to worry about. The man asking for souls, the party, all of it was a dream, right?
Just as she felt her heart rate decelerate, she swung her feet down from her bed, setting it gently in her fluffy gray slippers. A good shower would be the perfect way to wash away the stress. She made her way towards the bedroom, grateful to be in the confines of her room.
She walked to the bathroom sink. Turing on the silver-coated tap as she scooped the fresh stream from the outlet, letting it coat her faced with quick successive splashes. Reaching out for her tiny white towel, she wiped her face, looking at the mirror. A shrill cry of horror let her lips, horror clouding her senses. Mary scrambled back, falling to the ground. The nightmere continues. It was never a dream.
IT WAS GREAT HAVING A CHAT WITH YOU, MARTHA…NO, THAT WOULD BE MARY
… SOULS OR YOUR SOUL?…
The events of the previous night came back like a group of uninvited guests. She had indeed had a conversation with the devil.
The events of the previous night came back like a group of uninvited guests. She had indeed had a conversation with the devil. What was his name again? She asked herself, trying hard to remember, and it clicks in her head.
NIGHT CROSS yes… that was the name he told her to address him by, but she thought it was all I dream, she whispered to myself in confusion. How could he know so much about her? She had never spoken to him before; how could he have every detail about her? She was not from this world. So she kept on thinking, making her heart beat faster, every passing second as she kept trying to put pieces together. He also knew about the accident which occurred in her previous world.
He indeed saved her but switched her soul with that of another. Mary felt her heart beat faster but yet felt cold. It felt like her blood circulation had stopped, her face looking pale with so much fear. Still burdened with a lot of confusion, she asked herself how she got home last night? Immediately, she remembered. Night cross had told her he wanted souls in exchange for hers. That alone made fear creep over her body much more robust than before, her hands numb. Mary felt like a walking corpse just thinking about it, but how does he expect her to get souls? Did he want her to kill innocent people? Become a murderer?
Could she go back to her previous life? She thought to herself. She remembered him saying it cannot be reversed because she was already dead in her other life, so death in this life will mean permanent damnation. Slowly she lifted herself off the bed, walking to the bathroom; she reached for the faucet letting the cold water run. Scooping some, she splashed it in her face, her hair sticking to the sides, then lifted her head. A shrill cry of horror left her lips as she read the bloody writing on the mirror
"Souls or your soul?"
She lifted her vibrating hands to her cold face hoping that would keep her stable; she thought to herself, why me? Why do I always have to go through all this suffering? Can't I just have a break? She screamed out in frustration pulling at her hair; she began to have a panic attack. Then she realized...he knew, the devil knows where she lives, suddenly dark spots clouded her vision and then she felt herself go into total darkness.
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A few minutes later, Mary began hearing voices above her; she wondered where they were coming from, in other to find the source of the voices she heard, she opened her eyes, but the harsh lights blinded her reflexively her hands shot up to block it out. When she finally adjusts to the light, she puts down her hands and sees a middle-aged man smiling down at her, whom she presumes to be a doctor from the stethoscope hanging over his neck.
He calls out, "Miss Martha, how do you feel?" she nods her head. She then looked beside him to see her driver Moses standing beside the doctor.
"Ma'am you fainted, I knocked on your door but you never responded, I had to break down the door only to see you on the floor passed out, so I quickly got the doctor". He said in a calm voice, she nodded her head in response.
Turning to her, the Doctor smiled then said, "You passed out due to stress and will be okay. I have prescribed some medicines for you, and if anything goes wrong, please be sure to contact me as soon as possible". She nodded her head in response and gave a small smile as he turned to leave. Trying to talk made her notice how dry her throat was. Lifting her hands slowly she pointed to the water by the side of the bed. Moses poured her a glass and lifted it to her lips.
"Slowly Ma'am" he cooed. Taking the serviette and wiping her lips once she was done, she gave Moses a small smile and said she could muster, "Thank you, Moses, you can leave now" with a bit of energy. He looked at her with uncertainty like she would die if he took a step out of the room.
"Don't you need anything else?" he asked with a frown on his face,
"no I don't. You can leave," she said irritably. The look he gave her showed her that this time, he was not letting her have her way
"I am sorry ma'am but I can't leave except you agree to me getting you food. Why did the man have to be so stubborn "Okay, you can but I only need soup" she agreed reluctantly. With a look of triumph, he bowed and said, "ok ma'am". Moses finally left, and she choked on her sobs, she knew her nightmare had just begun and there was nowhere to hide…
