𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔:𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝, 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑑
𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡: 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝐵 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡
You and your dad Nick had a rough time, you lost you mom and baby siblings... But your dad lost his wife, the love of his life, and his child...
Actually both his children since you haven't been the same anymore, you weren't a kid anymore you were well awere of the world around you and what was happening, you were sad, mean and very isolated, both your and your dad's mental health whent down but Nick tried his best to stay as same as possible, for you, because after all he still had you and you had him.
The relationship between the two of you was on of a kind, when you were little you used to be Nick's pride and joy, his sunshine, but now, even if the two of you are broken, he still sees the same little girl who used to come and cry to him about school, he would still check on you when you sleep and take care of you when you were sick.
School was killing you, especially now that you moved to a new place, new people and so on, you didn't felt like doing anything, you were just in you room sleeping or doing god knows what, until Lucifer was let out of his cage, you had nothing to do with supernatural things, not until you started hearing voices, lights flickering and even hallucinating, it was killing you, you thought you were going crazy, you couldn't tell you dad that, it would make him more worried and think that you're crazy, you were mentally unstable enough.
But now it was different, the hallucinating were too real, you mother, your friends who previously killed themselves or had died in tragic events in the past, all the people you loved and were dead, they all appeared at the same time, in the dead of the night, sitting next to you on the bed.
"It's alright, I know how you feel, humanity did you so dirty and dragged you around like a dog, you don't even know who you are anymore"
Said your supposed dead best friend, sitting next to you holding you in her arms comforting you, you scared because she was dead, you knew that and now she just magically appeared in your room, she got in a car crash a few weeks before you moved away and now she was here whatsoever. Same voice, comforting hug and vanilla cherry perfume you couldn't ever forget.
"I know... But... Dad" you took a long pause "hes trying his best I want to stay with him, he's trying his best-" you muttered into her shoulder eyes watering but pulled back when you heard a knock on the door and your dad slowly opening it. "Kid are you alright?" He asked with worry, Nick wasn't dumb, he saw how miserable you were and how sick you looked, just like him, so he always blamed himself for not trying enough on giving you a more peaceful environment and healing process, it killed his from the inside,he felt like someone was holding his lungs tight and stabbing his heart. "I'm... Fine dad, thanks for stopping by" you said in a whisperer looking at where your best friend was supposed to be now gone and the empty feeling crawling back to you, sending shivers down your spine feeling your eyes getting wet and your chest tightened.
"Alright kid... Dinner is ready you go eat something something" Nick sat next to you on the bed pulling you head into his chest for a comforting hug. "Dad-" you sigh but Nick cut you off. "you need to kiddo... It kills me seeing you like this... God your mother would kill me if she saw you like this... She doesn't want this, for you, for the both of us so what about we go ahead and eat something?" She tried to joke, to lift up the mood, and he did, his comfort was enough to bring a small smile on your face and a glimpse of light in your eyes.
The dinner wasn't so suffocating, you talked about school, drama and people being straight up assholes, but the mood changed fast when you brought up your hallucinations
"Dad... I keep... Seeing mom" you muttered with you head low looking at the food you were playing with around in your plate, Nick became silent, his chest becoming heavy and his breathing unsteady. "What do you mean?" He asked gently. "I mean that I keep seeing them, not just mom, but my friends too... You... Know... What friends, last night when you weren't home I started hearing a baby crying than the lights flickered, my head felt dizzy but when I whent in the nursery... The baby bed... It was field with blood..." Nick remembered, that night when he came back from work he found you in the nursery floor sobbing and crying and having a full blown panick attack, it took you a few hours to calm down but Nick saw it, you weren't on some kind of illegal substances, the look in your eyes was pure horror. The silence was long and unsettling. "Kid I know... And I believe you, but maybe we should look for a therapist?" He said gently looking at you with soft eyes and worry, a few days ago you started acting weird, he tough it might be the new house, new city, and many deaths whom funeral you were at. "You don't be live me do you?" You hair felt in front of your eyes. "You must think I'm going crazy or I do drugs" you whispered getting up to walk to your room, you knew he wouldn't believe you, who would, hell not even you believed in yourself anymore. "No, kid come here" he got up to pull you in a hug "I believe you more than anything, youre my daughter and I will always believe you, but you need help and I want the best for you" he muttered holding you close, you could feel his heart beat being fast, he was as scared as you were, but he wasn't scared of whatever was scaring you, he was scared for you, he was worried, everytime seeing you lack sleep and skipping meals it felt like a stab in the chest as the blade is slowly being twisted to add more pain.
The moment of silence was interrupted by Nick kissing your head. "You want to go to bed?" He asked without pushing your mental state even further. You nodded because what else you were to say?
The clock hit 2 am and you still couldn't sleep, you felt like burning, probably a fever, you layed in bed in all the agony and pain, blanket up to your chin, your eyes burning, your neck hurts and a pounding headache while your body temperature was toying with you.
The moment you felt like you were near to talk sleep you felt it. A hand on your forehead, warm and soft. "Poor baby, you have a pretty bad fever" turning around scared for what you're to see next, it was your mom, sitting on the edge of your bed looking at you with her soft dark eyes as her hand runned around your face. "Mom?" You said in a raspy voice, you were scared, confused and disoriented. "Shhh baby, mommy's gonna take care of you" tears runned down your eyes. "Mom you're... " your voice cracked seeing your mom stroking your hair. "Dead? I know honey... But I would never leave you, not now or ever"
You shook your head and besides being sick you got to get off the bed wobbling on your feet and your vision playing with your mind. "No... You're not... Mom's dead... Shes in a better place now" you watched your mom get up and slowly walking toward you, whatever was pretending to be your mom was indeed pretending to be each person you've lost, as the figure turned into another friend of yours "you're right... I am not and I'll never be... But I can do you a favor a being back your mother" your "friend" said now face to face with you, your breath was uneven, fever burning and your head pounding as your "friend" gently but firmly held your head making you look at her all while you still shook your head. "What are you?" Tears rolled down your eyes and the figure turned back into your mom, whipping the tears off your face. "Oh darling, I'm an angel, you see, you are weak right now, vulnerable, new city, no one knows you... But I can help you with that" your mom whispered stroking your sweaty hair who stuck to your forehead, you still shook your head, feeling more and more weak in her hands. "No... No" you whispered closing your eyes.
"Kid look at me" you opened your eyes seeing your dad, holding your face, the same soft look in his eyes that made you calm down. "Can't you see it kiddo? I can give you anything, I want to help you, I can bring back your mom and baby siblings and you and we can live a happy family life" this wasn't your dad and your knew it. "What do you want from me?" You managed to say now as you started coughing you lungs out and your "dad" letting go of your face, you felt on your knees as the aggressive coughs made you spit blood, you couldn't think straight, the room was spinning and you started hearing voices lapping over each other than the banging on the door took you back to reality.
"HEY OPEN UP, ARE YOU OKEY?!" you dad... Real dad was banging on the locked door as who ever took the look of your father melted down to your level meeting your eyes, you were absolutely terrified of whatever was happening right now. "You see... All I need from you is to let yourself be my vessel, you are the one chosen for me dear, I promise your I will give you back your family"
You were struggling to stay concuss as violently shaking your head no, you didn't wanted anything to do with whatever angel was with you right now. "Very well, than I'll take your father as well" the figure snapped it's fingers and then your heard a thud from the other side of the door and your dad struggling to breath, gasping for air but still calling your name, in that moment of pure panic you crawled to the door but the blood coughing came back.
"ALRIGHT... " your cracked and almost gone voice managed to get out of your mouth as all of the sudden everything calmed down, you heard your father taking big gasps of air and your coughing and headache gone. "Very well darling, I want you to know you did the right thing"
The last thing you saw before passing out was a big bright light.
This is part 1. Please comment if you liked it, I tried my best to change my writings style and I apologize if you had found any grammar mistakes, it's late and I'm too tired to correct it
