ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12

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【ᴛᴡ! ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄꜱ, ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ】 【ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ?】 (I am very sorry) + Is he gone? He is. I shut myself in the bathroom, leaning on the door. [**]. My head hurts so much. My chest feels so [**] tight. Stop [**] crying. [**]. My heart is beating so [**] fast it’s like its gonna jump out of my throat. I’m gonna throw up. [**]. Someone nocks on the door. “Laila—ok?—hello?—Laila!—the door!—help you..—“ Valyn’s voice sounds so fuzzy. I hear her open the door. I quickly get up and try to hid behind it. “Laila—wrong?—gone—help you—“ She wraps her hands around me, only making my chest tighter. [**]. Let me go. Let me [**] go. Let me go! “LET ME GO!” I feel her hands pull away from my body. “—sorry…” She’s gone. [**]. I slam the bathroom door close, locking it. [**]. My head hurts so much. I want to be left alone. [~] “Laila, why does mom and dad hate you?” [younger ollie] stares at [his] twin sister, concerned and confused. “Today’s our birthday, shouldn’t they be happy?” “I don’t know, [younger ollie].” Laila hisses, rubbing the bruise. “All I know is that I broke the vase and now their angry.” “But once I broke something and they didn’t hurt me.” “That’s cuz your special, [younger Ollie].” “Please just call me Ollie.” “Thats a boy’s name.” “I know.” Laila rolls her eyes. “Just go back to them, Ollie. Forget bout’ me.” “Why would I?” He seemed horrified at the thought of leaving out his sister. He sat next to her on the bed. “They do this every year.” “But-“ “Please. I don’t want father to think I’m holding you back or something.” “I’ll explain it to them! Then maybe they’ll finally include you!” he suggests, a hopeful smile on his face. Laila smiles, but it quickly disappears. “It won’t work.” “Stop being angry all the time.” Ollie grumbled. “I can’t help it.” “Who are you angry at anyways?” “…mother and father, I guess.” “That makes sense.” + [**]. Another nock on the door. Jeez, why won’t these people leave me the [**] alone?! I still haven’t stopped crying. [**]. “Hey—?” Its Valley. “Leave me alone.” I hiss. “I’m—gonna come in—breathe—inhale for 3—exhale for 3 seconds.” What? I do what they say. 1…2…3… 1…2…3… 1…2…3.. 1…2…3. My breath sounds shaky, and is very noticeable. I keep on doing what they said, though. “Better?” “…yeah.” I say. “Good. I learnt that from a friend.” There is silence. “He’s gone, you know. Lucifer took care of him. Probably in the sea or something.” “Cool.” “…if it’s ok to ask…why are you so afraid of him?” I frown, wiping away more tears. “Why do you want to know?” “Well uh—I didn’t really have a dad. Not trying to undermine you at all but—for all my life my mom was the one who pushed me around, telling me to get famous, to get more pretty. I tried so hard to reach her standards, and went insane in the process.” “…I can understand.” “Really?” “My parents didn’t force anything on me, but they hurt me, insulted me and ignored whatever I did. My twin was the golden child. I tried to get better, to impress them in some way, but they always ignored anything I did. One good thing I did, nothing. One bad thing I did, severe punishment. I felt like maybe being a bad kid was the only way to get their attention.” … “I’m really sorry.” Valley responds. “Me too.” I say. “I- I’m gonna let you calm down for a bit more. I’ll come back later, ok?” “Thanks.” [20-30 minutes before.] I almost stop breathing when I look at the new sinner. It’s him. My father. “You- you…YOU [**]!” He lunges to me. I kick and squirm, trying to get him away from me. My heart starts to pound in my chest. “Woah woah woah!” Lucifer pulls the man away, making his spear appear. “Who are you?” “Who are you?!” Father shouts. I just cover my ears. I see Lucifer try to trap him, using those transparent ribbons again. I see Balor biting and attacking him as well. I scramble to my feet and run to Vivians house. My chest feels tight.