I rushed to my room, shut the door, closed the windows, switched on the lights and sat in the corner. It is 12:30 am. Every thing seems calm and silent except for my troubled breathing. My eyes are wide open, my heart is beating hastily, my clothes are still wet because of the pouring rain, and I'm thoroughly exhausted…
My story took place one year ago. As usual I was standing by my window looking at the dark street in the new area that we have just moved in. the houses were still being built on my block except for one of them from which I hear loud voices coming out at 12 am every Saturday. I was always curious to know what was really happening in that house, and every time I told my parents they paid no attention. Actually my parents became very unsocial after my younger brother's death in an accident.
One Saturday night I decided to go out and take a walk exploring the area. It was my first time. I wore my black jacket, blue jeans, and I took my scarf. The weather was too harsh that I could not feel my limbs. The first thing that crossed my mind was to take a look at the strange house, and it was about 200 meters from ours. Although my first aim was to explore the strange house, I thought I may find a friend with whom I can spend my time.
As I was walking through the dark street, I started getting scared and the voices were getting closer. Every thing looked huge and wretched, so I tried to ignore anything around me. After minutes of horror, I reached the house and there was what seemed to be a girl standing by the light which made her more visible than anything around. With curiosity, I walked right towards her crossing the short fence. She was looking at the ground with her thick black hair covering her face. Once I became close enough I said "hi", she raised up her head and tears were covering her cheeks, but behind those tears laid the most beautiful face I have ever seen. "What do you want?" said she with an agony in her voice, and the loud voices from the inside almost prevented me from hearing her. I kept silent for a second and said with a sweet voice" why is all that sadness?, although I don't know you , I'm sure that your tears are so precious" I preceded" my name is Ahmad and with a naughty smile I asked her, don't you have a name?" she smiled and said "I'm mariam. We spent the following few hours walking together and I told her almost everything about my life, unlike her who just prefered to hear my life's story. Time ran quickly and right before sunrise, I walked her home, from where no more voices were coming out, and with a sweet smile she entered the house.
Day after day we became very close. I couldn't spend a single day without touching her soft hand and getting enchanted by her eyes, and she liked me too at least that what I thought. We became so close that I could easily know whether she was sad or happy without her saying a word. All I can say that I was very happy when I was near to her. When we held hands, I couldn't feel anything around; I would just lose myself. As our relationship became so strong I decided to ask her about the reason why she was crying that night, when I first met her, outside the house, and about all those voices. "Ahmad I don't want to lose you" said she. "why did you say that" said I, and preceded" nothing will change my feeling towards you". As I said that, she put her head on my shoulder and cried. She raised her head up again and said listen to my story" I was born like any other kid innocent and joyful. My parents were the best to me. They protected me and gave me all their attention and love. Yet as I was growing up, I started to notice that my parents were behaving differently. They were doing weird things that I couldn't understand and that scared me a lot. My house always looked very repulsive and strange things happened all the time. As you noticed Ahmad the voices that come out from my house every Saturday, actually my parents always have a kind of special gathering in which I wasn't allowed to be back then. When I reached 7 they thought that I was old enough to enter their strange world and they were very enthusiastic to do it. The next gathering I walked with them to the big secret room, in which the weird gathering takes place. The first thing that took my attention was the walls. They are almost covered with blood, and there were many shapes of horns and other bizarre things. There was nothing to light the room except one red light and there was what seemed to be a painting on the wall. It was a picture of Satan. As she said that, I looked at her. She continued yes Ahmad we are satanic. Back then I was barely 7, so I asked my parents "what is this" and they started to explain everything. Since that day I dedicated my life to Satan. Everything I did was for him, but one day something changed my entire life, when I was told that I have to marry one of them as a sacrifice. My whole life just shut down at that moment. Nothing seemed clear or obvious, and I asked myself" what am I doing? Is this what I was born for? Is this how my life going to end?" I remember Ahmad I cried so hard and went out the house that night when I first saw you". She ended her story with that sentence like she was lost and I finally found her. Honestly I was too shocked to say anything, however, I struggled my silence and said" I'll never leave you no matter what mariam, right now you need to rest yourself". I walked her home and went to mine. I passed that night thinking only of what mariam said and I tried to clear my mind. I wasn't sure about what I was going to do, and I started questioning about that love thing. Is love real? Or it is just an excuse to be with some one! However, there was one thing I was sure about I would do anything for mariam.
When I saw her the next day she was really calm like she didn't want to confuse me more. I knew that she had so much to say, but she prefered to keep silent. Suddenly, something just jumped into my mind." Why don’t I just go with you to that gathering and I'll talk to him" said
On the next Saturday I entered the gathering and the room was very wretched even more than what mariam said. I was going to get out of there, but Mariam pointed at a man who was facing the wall. With uncertain steps I walked towards him. As I became close he turned around and I saw the ugliest face ever. He didn't have eyes, nose nor any expressions. It was like a piece of skin covered his face. I ran!! As fast as I could I ran, without looking behind. I got out the house and it was raining. I just wanted to reach my home.
I woke up in the morning on that corner of my room. The lights were still on from last night, and I could hardly move my body. I wondered whether I was dreaming! I thought this was too bad to be real, but for sure I wasn't and it was real. I didn't go out of my room that day, and I started avoiding mariam. She actually tried to reach me but she couldn't. I told my parents that I was too ill to see anybody.
Two weeks later, mariam stopped asking about me like she knew that I left her, and after another week I heard that she died a savage death and no one knew how that happened.
The end
