The Cursed Human

Sarah’s p. o. v

I opened my eyes as bright rays of sun

hit my face. The first thing my eyes laid on, was a beautiful crystal chandelier, shinning brightly as rays of sun were colliding with it’s beautiful crystals.

“Good morning, my lady,” there came a distant voice. I tried to look towards the owner of the voice but my body was hurting so badly.

Why is it so hard to move?

Every single bone of my body was screaming with affliction. With great difficult I turned on my back.

I heard gasp as I felt myself turning towards the voice. I tried to move but the simple task was becoming so strenuous. Finally after trying for fifth time, I was able to see a shadow, more like person standing next to bed.

“Oh my god!!” Sandra gasped as her hands flew towards her mouth. She quickly came to my side and helped me sitting up, making me wince in pain. She ran down her hand on my neck as I hissed in pain.

I remembered everything, every single thing, but I wanted to forget it. I wanted to wipe his touch away.

“Y.. you okay?” Her voice came shaking as she looked at me. I didn’t knew why but I could see concern in her dark eyes. Her eyed were glossy with water, water of emotions. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she tried not to touch my neck.

Okay?

Was I okay?

“Y… yes,” This is what I was supposed to said, right? Cause no one actually cared.

I was okay, I was fine.

Are you? My subconsciousness mocked.

“No… no you are not!!” She said as she pulled me in her arms. Tears of? misery cascaded down my face as I wrapped my arms around her. This is what I needed, comfort.

I felt her shaking as she cried, saying sweet comforting words in my ear. It looked like my misery was hurting her more than me, myself. We stayed like this, crying in each others warm and comforting embrace for what felt like hours.

She helped me getting up as I wrapped the sheets around my naked body. My whole body was trembling as I tried to move towards the bathroom. Every single memory of last night was as fresh as new day. Every single touch was still lingering on my flesh, making me feel disgusted.

“Do you need my help, my lady,” she asked as her eyes avoided contact with me or more like she was not trying to look at my bruised body.

“Sarah, call me Sarah,” I said lowly as I grabbed the bathroom door knob.

“But—”

“Please, I insist,” She looked taken back by my words, but she nodded her head with a small comforting smile on her lips.

I closed the door behind me as I stepped into the bathroom. Step by step I reached the sink and grabbed the edges as walking become suddenly very difficult. There was a? very sharp pain between my thighs, indicating his cruelness that he made me went through.

My eyes looked up and I looked at my reflection. I refused to recognise the girl who was in front of me. She was not me. I was never like this. I never had bruises on my body, I never had marks on my body.

But the one who was standing in front of me was dead, that’s what her eyes were looking like. There were bruises on her neck, on her wrists, on her body. I abruptly let go of sheets as it puddled around my feet. A heart churning scream left my throat as I looked at myself.

No, no, no!!!!

Why!!!

Tears dropped down on sink and I lost the little strength I had left with. The pain I was feeling was more than piercings of thousands needles. I was going crazy, I was losing hope, I was losing strength. Breathing seemed so difficult, my heart was breaking pieces by piece.

After crying for another hour, I stepped inside the shower. Warm drops of water cascaded down my body, washing away his touch. But what about the stain on my heart, how it would get cleared?

I dressed into the clothes that Sandra handed me. The clothes were decent, but not enough decent to cover my dignity. It was beautiful white colored lace dress with halter neck. It was beautiful but I was not comfortable to wear it. But as I had left with no choice, I put it on. It reached my mid thighs, showing off his hand marks on my thighs. The halter neck was making the scars prominent on my neck.

I let my hair lose in order to hide away the marks. But the scars in my heart was deep, deeper than the ocean. Behind my face was a hurting soul, I was falling apart slowly and painfully. I was not the girl I was used to be.

Sighing deeply, I opened the door and looked at Sandra. She smiled and handed me brown sandals. I wore them and waited for her to said something. She was here for something, right?

“Everyone is waiting for you in dining room,” she said after free minutes. Waiting for me? For what? For killing me, right?

“Can I please skip,” I said with uncertainty. I was not ready to face them.

“I don’t? think so, Master will be angry and dragging will be last thing you would like him to do,” she said with firmness in her voice. I nodded as I followed after her.

I followed Sandra down the long hallway, step after step. We descended down the stairs. Same hallways, same stairs, same dinning room, everything was same yet felt so different. It didn’t took us long to enter the dining room. Everyone was present there except for him and I was thankful. I was not ready to face him, not after what he did last night.

“Good morning, Sarah!” Alexa said enthusiastically, her voice enlightened the room which was drowning in awkwardness.

“Very good morning, Alexa,” I smiled at her, though putting a fake smile felt more convinent than showing my pain.

“Morning, Sarah,” I heard Angie saying. I nodded at her, feeling too weak to reply her.

I quietly sat on chair, which was placed near the high end of table. It was not like I had any options left. I shifted in my chair as I felt eyes on me. I slowly looked up to find Falcon looking at me with strange emotions dancing in his eyes. I averted my eyes, not wanting to acknowledge him.

Aphrodite was sitting opposite to me, Falcon was sitting next to her, and Silver haired guy on right of Falcon. Angie was sitting next to me. Brown haired man was sitting left to her with Alexa in his lap. Same silver haired woman sitting next to him.

I had seen her earlier but this was the first time I had looked carefully at her. She was huge like really huge but in a good way. She looked strong and confident.

I averted my gaze as she looked at me. I really didn’t wanted to stay here. It was becoming suffocating for me. Everyone was looking at me with…… pity? Or was it? sympathy?

Did they heard what happened last night?

Did they know?

I suddenly felt insecure, ashamed.

My breath shortened as Lucifer entered the room. His sharp eyes pierced through my soul as he took powerful strides towards the table. I avoided eye contact with him? as I stared at the table.

“Where are they, Lucifer?” Aphrodite said with strain in her voice. They? Who?

“None of your business, Aphrodite!” Lucifer said as he sat on head chair. I simply stared at table filled with varieties of food as I listened to the conversation between Aphrodite and Lucifer.

“She is my si—”

“She killed my mother!” I jumped as Lucifer slammed his fist against the table. I was getting scared. I didn’t knew what he might do next.

“I_”

“You want to join her?” Lucifer gritted making Aphrodite trembled. Who wouldn’t be scared? I myself was as scared as a lost puppy.

“She just wanted to save her daughter,” Aphrodite pleaded. Daughter? Sudden realisation hit me. The woman I saw before he bite me was awfully familiar. My mind started running as join the pieces. She had same features as mine, she had same chestnut hairs as mine, she had same orbs as mine_

Mother!!

She was my mother!!

“Mother,” I breathed out as I started to shook. She was here for me! She was my biological mother! No more fake parents! I looked frantically at him and guessed hard as his ivy cold eyes looked at me.

“Sh— she…….. my.. my mother,” I didn’t knew what scared me most, the crazhed look in Lucifer’s eyes or the panic attack that was one step away from attacking me. No matter what they did to me, they were still my parents. It didn’t mattered if they left me, they didn’t knew I was alive.

“I—I want t—to see her,” I stuttered as words wobbled from my mouth.

“See who, little one?” Lucifer asked amused as he leaned back on his chair. You know what is more dangerous than angry Lucifer.

Smiling angry Lucifer.

“My mother,” I whispered lowly as these words felt very strange on my lips. It has been years since I had said this word.? Strange unknown emotions flickered in my heart with a sting of pain.

“I see, you have joined the pieces, ” he stared in my eyes as he rubbed his chin showing his sharp canines.

“You want to meet her?” He said eyeing me with his cynical gaze. I nodded my unsure if my words will not stutter.

“Perfect,” he smiled widely as he flashed his fangs for rest of the world to see. Whole table was silent, even no one was eating or doing anything. And my eyes didn’t had audacity to look at either of them.

All the air left my lungs and I sank deep in my seat as he get up from his chair, knocking it down on ground.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

A gasp left my mouth as he pulled me up by my upper arm.

“Let’s go!” He said smiling but his smile was far more than a smile. His grip on my arm tightened as he jerked me towards him and grabbed my chin, tilting my head sideways.

I guessed hard and let him dragged me wherever he wanted to. I was far too exhausted from his domination over me and this exhaustion was very tiring, leaving my every piece dead.

The bright walls of hallways turned into rusty and dark as well descended down the stairs of corridor. Suddenly the idea of coming here seemed iniquitous, very wrong.

“… wh…. where are you ta… taking me?” I asked as my patience started to ran thin. Fear was something that always manage to seeked inside me whenever he was around and that’s what was going on.

My fear increased thousand times as he didn’t answered my question. I was on verge of panic attack as we keep going further and further. I wanted to rant away but the grip he was having on my arm was making it impossible for me make any move.

“I don’t want to see her!! Please!! Let’s go back!” I screamed as I started to recognise the surroundings. Hoe can I forget this place, this was the same place where he…. where he killed Matthew, where he killed my other half.

My struggles become visible as he growled with frustration. Before I could do any further movement, he spinned me around and hauled me on his shoulder. Whole world become topsy turvy for me as blood flowers down my brain. I kicked and screamed and punched but his metal like body was completely unfazed.

“I didn’t knew you would have this much energy after last night,” he said and blood drained from my body replacing it with shame.? I felt him caressing my backside with other hand as his next words nearly gave me a heart attack.

“Maybe I was too gentle.” His words slashed my dignity, leaving me all week and fragile.

How did it felt like to be normal, was a foreign feeling that I was dying to feel. My body didn’t felt mine anymore.

My eyes were trying to summon my surroundings but the tears were making it hard and nearly impossible for me to see anything. It felt so uncomfortable on his shoulder.

His pace slowed down and he threw me like a bag of sack on floor. My limbs ached with amount of pain that he made me went through.

But everything went dull until I heard few grunts of pain and cries, coming from right behind me. It took everything in me to look back and I exactly did that. I graduated looked back as everything happened in slow motion, my eyes met with her brown orbs, which were lot more brighter than mine, but held so much pain. Her long hairs flowers down her back like fountain of chocolate. Her quivering lips were showing how much affected she was while looking at me.

We both were in pain but due to different causes, even though the culprit was same. I could suddenly felt bubbles of emotion bursting in my heart. I was happy, joyous, relieved that I finally met with my mother, with my real mother, but deep down I was scared, angry and terrified about the fact what Lucifer would do with her. I couldn’t afford to underestimated him.

“…. Sa… Safina,” her voice came out like a whisper. But I heard her, only because I was just next to her merely separated by bars of metal, different kind of metal.

Safina?

Maybe that’s what she used to call me back then!

I wanted to call her, I wanted to said Mother but it was not as easy as it seemed, my lips suddenly felt stiched as my throat becomes dry.

“My child!” Her cries entered my ears but I was too busy to register her words. My eyes were on her face, looking at her, observing her. I remained glued to my spot, oblivious of what to do next.

She quickly got up and ran towards the door.

“Lucifer!! Please! Let me hold her!!” The eagerness, desperation was evident in her voice. I looked up to find Lucifer standing beside me with arms crossed over his broad chest, making him looking more intimidating than he already was.

“Do you want me to free them, Sarah?” He grinned as he looked at me, stroking his jaw with his right hand.

Words left my mouth as I abruptly nodded, making his laugh out loud.? I was more scared now.

“But for their freedom, there must be a price,”

What!!??