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.

A Hellgirl's Diary Part 2

‘Is this 3A?’

-Silence-

‘Err… Excuse me?’

-Silence-

‘I know I’m new, but you don’t have to be so rude.’

I looked up and glared at him. Obviously, no one bothered mentioning about the “Hellgirl”, even if it meant saving someone’s life.

‘You’re talking to me?’

‘There’s no one else in here is there?’ he glared back, folding his arms. I smirked.

‘It would be better if there was.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You’re signing your own death certificate.’

He didn’t even flinch.

‘Oh, really?’ he just challenged.

I ignored him. He would’ve been lying flat on the ground in a few minutes so why waste time trying to explain?

To my surprise, he was alright even after 10 minutes after our encounter. Normally, they only last a few seconds after making eye contact with me.

‘God’s watching over you,’ I muttered to myself.

Classes began as usual at 7.30 a.m. It was Maths that morning, my favourite subject. Mainly because I have no difficulties solving complicated questions in my head. I was finishing the last question on the quiz paper when a nervous-looking girl walked in.

‘The… The Headmaster… Err… wishes to see Aaron Matthews in the… office… err, now,’ she stuttered.

I could bet she was trying hard not to glance past me.

The new guy, or “Lucky Dude”, as I prefer to call him, stood up and followed her out. I figured it must’ve been to warn him about me. Good thing too, as much as I don’t care, I wouldn’t want to see his remains shipped off to the hospital in a match box.

Lucky Dude came back an hour later. Not that I was waiting his return, but because he walked right up to me with a huge smirk on his face, despite the gasps everyone gave, and said…

‘I don’t care if you’re a Satan worshipper, I don’t believe in superstition and you’re not scaring me with that attitude of yours.’

Annoyed, my head shot up from my book. Meeting his baby blue eyes, I glared at him through my jet black ones.

‘You were lucky once. I doubt it if you’d be lucky forever,’ I snapped.

‘Watch me.’

Before I could retort, he turned away and walked back to his desk. I frowned and my head gradually sunk back behind my book as I thought, ‘Could he really be lucky twice?’

Not a story, but credits...

All right, I'd like to give credits for this story. The idea wasn't exactly mine. My sister came up with this idea. She didn't want to finish it, so I took it. She didn't mind, really. She just wants everyone to know this idea wasn't originally mine.

So there, I've said it.

I'd like to thank my sister for only doing so little of this story so I can continue writing it until it ends.

~Creatress~

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A Hellgirl's Diary Part 1

1 September 1998

First day of senior high at Milberg’s Sanctuary. Any normal girl would be psyched at finally graduating from junior high to senior high. I mean, why not? It’s a time when you’d start dating, clubbing… (In Elena’s case, it’ll end with love making at the back of the dude’s Mustang) Oh, no offense.

Yea, right.

In my case, to quote Lemony Snicket, it’s just gonna be another “Series of Unfortunate Events”. And I don’t mean in the Lizzie McGuire kinda way where she messes up and cleans the mess and her life goes on. Not at all. That’s cause…

I’m cursed.

Put it this way, anything I hold will either fall/slip from my fingers or injure someone. (Doesn’t matter who or how, as long as blood is involved.) It’s not that I’m clumsy. It just happens. Anybody who talks to me will meet misfortune the minute he/she walks away from me. (Alan Morris didn’t spear himself through the head with the chopstick.)

It’s me. The unlucky star.

Since that day, everyone avoided me. My mom only speaks to me through her cell when it’s a life and death situation, Dad doesn’t speak to me at all, I’ve got no friends, and I soon had people calling me “Hellgirl”, as it suited me.

I only exist as an empty shell.

I’ll give a short overview of how it all begun...

Long, long ago, in a faraway land…

Who am I kidding? I’m no story teller. I’m writing in this book so when I die (which will be quite soon, given my lifestyle), someone will know what I’ve had to go through.

Anyways, coming back to another day of torture, I woke up at 3 a.m. (I have to wake up 4 hours earlier than anyone so I can reach school before anyone else. And also put on my “protective” layer of clothing which takes up an average of two hours.) No matter what time of the year it is, I have to wear gloves so my “cursed-self” won’t affect anyone else around. Not that it actually works, but at least I would be able to avoid killing someone after I shake hands.

Left my house at around 5.30 a.m. It’s only a 10-minute walk from where I live to school, but by leaving before anyone else, I’ll be able to avoid passers-by. I guess I forgot to mention anyone coming any nearer to me within a 3 meter radius will either trip and fall into a man-hole or cut themselves and bleed for hours.

Why do you think no one ever sits anywhere near me? Even my teachers avoid walking too near my seat. They don’t even look at me. 15 years of my life and I’ve never asked any teacher my questions. Although I wouldn’t mind hurting one or two for always accusing me of thefts I do not commit whenever a problem of stealing occurs among the students. Yet somehow, I’m not failing my subjects. Not that anyone cares. My report card gets posted back to my house but no one in my family would be crazy enough to risk touching anything that has my name on it.

Haha- Now start wondering why I’m still alive. Trust me, people have tried. Mom tried drowning me when I was 3 but felt herself gagging. Dad had police officers lock me up to “teach me a lesson”, but every night, we would have switched places. Nobody could figure out why. In the end, they came up with a conclusion that I had fingers that morphed into keys, unlocked my cell door, walked to my house, lifted Dad up with an enchantment spell and transported me to my confinement room.

This went on for about 5 years till they finally gave up. The last time somebody tried to kill me was last year. Jason Williams, my second cousin stabbed me while I was sleeping. Somehow, the knife managed to twist out of his hands and drove itself into his heart. He was rushed to the hospital, but the surgeons couldn’t even pull out the knife. Like it was glued into him or something.

It doesn’t even work when I try committing suicide. The knife I’m holding would refuse to stay in my grip, the gas stove would switch off automatically just before my heart stops beating, the match won’t light up, my wound would close the minute I pull the knife out. Even if I don’t, the knife would jump out on its own accord.

Like as if I did something to offend God in my previous life. I cried often last time, but now? Crying wasn’t going to solve anything, so why bother? I’m not some 5-year-old for devil’s sake. 15 years have passed since my birthdate- 13/03/1983 and now I’ve learnt to rid myself of all emotions. Including happiness, love, pity… Not a very hard thing to do, since I haven’t got an outlet for my “affections” anyway.

Okay, enough of my sad past and let’s get with my current life of hell, shall we?

I was sitting at my desk, staring into blank space when some guy walked in…

Introduction to Read For Fun

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This one is called "A Hellgirl's Diary". Soon, you'll know why I put that title.

So, read on and have fun reading. Remember, when you read, make sure it's FOR FUN!!! And feel free to put a comment at the Cbox.

~Creatress~