Who?

The roads are full of young minds walking, some smiling, others talking but for me I’m all alone. I put my hood up. It covers my face ugly face.I decide to take a shortcut. the shortcut  is a deserted place but that doesn't matter. My death will only bring happiness. Anyway, what worth could I bring. I keep on walking through through the deserted alleyway.  I walk. Out of the corner of my eye I see a teen smoking. I keep on walking, trying not to get any attention. I did not want to get picked on. It hurts. Knowing that you're not loved. Knowing that you cannot fend for yourself. Knowing people hate you. I wish sometimes that I could just roll up into a cocoon and never come back to this world. The beautiful polluted smoke from the cigarette raids my breath. I start to cough violently, my spit flies through the air as I try to walk out of the smoke. I decide to look around as I see a man- around the thirties- come near me. I keep on walking. Wondering if I'm being followed.Five turns. That's all it takes to determine if the person behind you is a stalker. 

My first turn. The man still following. Still not enough to determine anything.

Second turn This time I end up getting myself onto a busy road.  The man? Still following me. 

Third turn. This time I'm back into a deserted neighbourhood.  I check my pockets. Shit! I forgot my phone at home. This time the man behind me is joined by several other men. All wearing the same attire.

Fourth turn I start to panic. Sweat invades my fingertips. My legs shake from fear. The man still follows me.

Fifth turn.I'm in a park. No CCTV cameras, not witnesses. The man is still behind me. There is only one chance for survival for me now. That was to attract attention. I try to scream. Instead my voice breaks down. It croaks. It shakes. It stutters. But nothing. My whole body shakes. I have to use all of my strength just to stand. But nothing. Instead more men emerge. all surrounding me. 

I start to look around. Whatever I do, I cannot get inside a vehicle. My legs shaking even more. There, a white truck. It was right in front of me. I turn around. I run. Fear was now running through my body. Fear was my adrenaline. I was fear. I run. Knowing, I don't stand a chance against these masculine men. But I have to survive. I search my pockets. looking for a sharp object. I yank my keys and lunge at the man in front. of me. Shit! I miss. Instead another man strikes a punch at my ribs. I spit out blood. Adrenaline rushes around my body.I twist my body Lunging a kick. It moves through the air with precision. Only to be caught. The mysterious hand then pulls my leg making me fall. Suddenly, a Hispanic looking man approaches me. In  his masculine hands he had a baseball bat. The bat has scratchings all over it.   He swings the baseball bat  furiously, as my whole body pushed forward. I feel my head as my fingers sink into the freshly made hole. Pain sears throughout my body, I look at my hands. Crimson red blood. My whole body fills with nausea. I drop on to the hard ground as more blood starts to gush out.

Is this really it? what have I does with my shitty life. How useless am I? Who am I to deserve such a life. I did nothing. Even my final moment I achieved nothing.   I want one more chance. One more chance to fix this. Please god!  I want to die with no regrets. 

I scream one last time. Begging for one last chance. I open my eyes. Only to be greeted with white walls.  In front of me was something hideous, monstrous. It has blood red skin.Its fangs were drenched in blood. It had a withered body. It was bald with two horns. Two gigantic wings towering behind him. It was crouched and naked. The Devil.
"I have a deal for you. I will give you another chance in life.In return you will do something for me," The thing said in a deep voice.  I know what my answer is  going to be. He does too.