Chapter Seven: Strange words

Back in Lucinda's room, she hugged her knees as she thought of what might happen if that man leaves. The demon face her sister and her father has will be seen in reality. They would come screaming and pounding at her. Lucinda just wished the ground could open and swallow her up.

Laying down on her bed, covering her entire self with her blanket, she caught sight of that black book. The book known to be of bad luck. What was it doing under her blanket?

Lucinda wanted to keep the book safe because it could get torn or burnt if it was ever found in her room. But another thought struck her, Why does she care about this book anyway? Demons never existed, and this was just a story to begin with.

Not knowing the spirit that possessed her, she felt the urge to keep reading the book. This book was strange in all its ways. Touching the book, she could feel something pull within her and attempting to drop it, she couldn't. Her heart wanted her to keep this book close to her until her last breath, but this book doesn't have life. It's an inanimate object that doesn't need protection, but what you cherish, you protect. Does she cherish this book? If yes, Why? What is it that is so compelling about this book, or does it have something hidden in it that she ought to find out?

Sitting up on her bed, she held the book closer to her as she placed it on her knee. This same title had its own misery. "My cursed Existence". Below the title, there was something written under it in another language. Was this Greek? Trying her best to find the suitable word for it, nothing came up to her memory.

"गरेेए" Unable to even grab the spelling. Immediately, she stood up from the bed and entered her secret room behind her wardrobe. She usually comes here if she wanted to cry or stay alone and curse her existence, but she wanted to find the meaning of that word.

She was drawn to it. Probably, it has its secret, but her angel within kept asking 'Why do you care?'. Well, it wouldn't be of any harm to get exposed and secondly, if the death Luciana was talking about was true, she wanted to be killed but what about her brother? She would rather not leave him all by himself.

Getting into her secret room, the room was as dark as a tunnel, nothing could be seen but yet, she wasn't afraid. The room was so silent that her footsteps were sounding like a bomb. Shutting the door behind, she walked down the stairs leading to the last floor, where all her books were packed. Knowing the way around, she switched on the fire lantern as she went to her shelf to take her dictionary.

Inanely she hoped she could find the meaning of the strange word. Her dictionary has different types of languages in it, but one problem was that, how would she start searching for it?

Flipping the pages of the Dictionary, compare and contrast, she was getting bored even if she just started. This was damn frustrating, but she wanted to avoid giving up. Who the hell came up with this word? Why hasn't she seen it? She trusted in this dictionary because regardless of what she looked for, she'd always get in here, but this case was different. She began to wonder, all those words her sister said were they true? No!! No!! Everyone knew Luciana as a professional liar and now, she wouldn't think about what she said, No! There must be meaning to this! Similar handwriting to the text was seen in the dictionary, but the same writing/Spelling wasn't seen.

"Is this a misery?" Immediately, she thought, she felt someone's presence behind her. She could feel his warmth, the same warmness she felt when the man in her dreams haunted her. But now, she wasn't asleep? What does he want from her? In this darkness, she could feel her body paralyzing as she was scared to her lungs to turn around and see the man.

"Who is there?" She managed to say as she clenched her fist. No reply. This scared her even more. What now? Was the man here to kill her, just like her sister said? Even if he was here to kill her, She wanted to see the man's face.

Where the sudden strength came from, no one could tell as she stood up in an undefined speed, turning back to see the man's face. A pair of red eyes greeted her as she fell to the floor.

Staring at the man, his gaze never left hers. The man had the urge to kill her, and that was what made her even more scared. His eyes showed no pity as his claws lengthened, and his fangs became visible. This wasn't the man in her dream. This was a monster. Oh no, her sister was right all along. Today was her end.

The man walked closed to her as his vein became visible on his skin as he went closer to her. Lucinda couldn't feel her heart or her mouth or even her body. She was just a lifeless motion, possessing both kinetic and Potential energy.

Why did good people have to die young and bad people live longer? Why was this word so cruel? Why was she brought to this earth to suffer all this evil things?

"Everything in life has a purpose?" Jolting back to reality, she was seen in her garden while resting under the sun. Confusion gripped her heart as it was chained to the gate of hell to burn. What was she doing here and with this dirty man? What's happening??

"WH…what did you just say? What am I doing here?" Lucinda asked as she looked around. She pinched herself continuously, hoping she wasn't dreaming. But what happened? Wasn't she supposed to be thankful that she wasn't killed? 'Wait, the man with the claws and fang, Was I imagining things? Oh, No!! Have I run mad? Am I a psycho?' She asked herself.