Persephone was a colourful, cheerful young woman, with very sort features and a bubbly personality. Her long blond hair complemented her flawless tanned skin and stunning blue eyes. She had been my only friend since grade school. The day after my encounter with Lucifer, my only living relative Demetyr had visited me for the first time in several years. Demetyr had always been a very nice young man, though his bravado never ceased to amaze me, and he took a great deal of pride in the resemblance he shared with the rest of the Spence men. I had always thought that my second cousin was like a cloudy day. He wasn't the best looking, but there was something about him that attracted you, even just in the simplest of ways. When I opened the door to see who was outside, he greeted me with a warm hello and was very polite. He explained that he was in town on business and was hoping I would be gracious enough to let him into my home for a few weeks. After consulting my friend and room-mate Persephone, I let him stay with us and showed him where the guest room was. Two days later I ran into Lucifer at the local coffee shop I worked at and after conversing with him for an hour or so, he and I arranged a lunch date for the next afternoon. After about a week of chatting over lunch and getting to know each other, I started to become more and more engrossed by him. Seeing as the only interaction with humans since the pestilence was the few customers at the coffee shop, Persephone and my second cousin Demetyr, it was understandable for me to fall for such a handsome and charming man. Demetyr had become rather protective of me during this time and did not agree with me seeing Lucifer. We dismissed his concern and carried on with our dates and things progressed steadily. But the farther along things moved with Lucifer and I, the stricter Demetyr was and the more aggressive he became. About a month after Lucifer and I had started seeing each other, Demetyr moved in with Persephone and myself.
Several months later, I came home feeling a very evil presence and the feeling that something terrible had happened while I was at work. Lucifer was layed down on the couch as if he were asleep. When I saw the deep cut across his throat and the blood that had pooled and begun to dry on the couch and ground, I realised he had been dead for a while. I decided to check the other rooms to see if anyone else was home. On my way through the kitchen, I had picked up the sharpest knife I could find, just in case something drastic happened. I had checked my room and found it empty. I looked in the bathrooms, the family room, the den and the dinning room; they were all empty. The next room was Persephones. I knocked lightly on the door but there was no answer. I slowly opened the door and what i saw brought tears to my eyes. There she was, my beautiful friend who had once been my only companion, lying on the bed as if she were sleeping peacefully, but again, the deep slit and drying crimson blood told the truth about her state. I walked closer and stroked her pale cheek lightly. Before I left to check the other rooms, I softly kissed her cold, lifeless lips and vowed revenge on the monster who had hurt the only two people I had ever loved. The only room left was the guest room where Demetyr was staying. I opened the door quickly and found him sitting on his bed with a large, bloody switchblade sitting in his open hands. His face was contorted in anger and pain. As he looked up at me, his dark eyes sent chills down my spine. He stood up and walked slowly towards me, raising the blood stained knife, ready to strike. While he walked forward, he smiled at me with such venom that it made me sick. He told me quietly that he shouldn't have had to kill Persephone, and that he wished she hadn't seen him kill Lucifer because she would have made a beautiful bride. I sneered as he said those disgusting words and told him that she would never have married him. At that comment, he angrily swung the blade and made a large cut across my chest. He told me to make this easy for him so that it would all be over with sooner, and he could inherit my parents' money quicker. At the mention of my parents, I swung the sharp, cold knife that had been behind my back all this time, hard at his neck and made a very deep incision.He fell to the ground and gasped his last breath, blood flowing freely from his neck and gurgling up out of his mouth. I dropped the newly blood-stained knife and fainted of exhaustion and loss of blood.
After what felt like several hours, I awoke thinking it was all a terrible dream. I went on with my life for several days, bringing Persephone and Lucifer their meals. Their deaths didn't register in my mind, even while they laid there, their flesh sagging off the bone and rotting. Every morning and night I kissed their frigid, colourless lips and wished for them to wake up, the coolness of them not registering. On the fifth day, someone walked by the window I had kept open in my bedroom and called the police to investigate the stench. The police made quick work of the case and soon put me in an insane asylum arguing that I was mentally unstable.
And that is where i am now: the Queen Street Psychiatric Institution in Toronto Ontario. My doctor is quite nice, his name is John Weinburger but everyone here calls him Johnny. I don't know how long it has been since they died, hell, I don't even know how old I am. Every once in a while, I wonder when I'm going to wake up and end this nightmare.
Yesterday I had another hallucination. I was sitting on my bed taking me medication when suddenly, blood started dripping from the walls and the foul stench of rotting flesh filled the room. Laying beside me, I saw Persephone and Lucifer's pale lifeless bodies. In front of me stood my mother and father, covered in the deep purple and greenish black bruises, the results of the pestilence of which they had died. Their skin sagging off the bones of their faces, looking as if their flesh was melting off. I screamed loudly as my parents walked towards me, staring at me with such loathing I could barely look at them. As they inched closer and closet, I backed up against the wall as much as I could. I looked up at the white ceiling and started to sing my favorite lines from a song I knew very well
"Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken... Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, hello! I'm still here, all that's left of yesterday."
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, my blood bubbling up slowly in my throat as I blacked out suddenly. I woke up a while later and I've been sitting here ever since.
Johnny just came in, but he's just staring at the floor.. He isn't answering me... I don't know what to do, he just dropped my medication all over the floor. The lyrics from the song just floated back into my mind again. Oh my god! I know what he's looking at. He's staring at me! I didn't black out after my hallucination yesterday, I killed myself... I'm dead.
I guess this is the last entry I'll ever write in my journal... Farewell my beloved diary, you have kept me company for a very long time.
Lilith Morrigan Spence
