115: Evil

I run out of the hospital.

I couldn't breathe in there for a second. It's like the white walls of the room were closing in on me. I held onto her bed for support, but after a while, even that wasn't enough.

I couldn't believe what she was telling me.

I breathe in deeply. The night's air cools my clammy skin. My head is full of haunting images, of the full story. Ferdinand is a son of a bitch. He's the Devil's incarnate.

And he has full control of me.

My mother met him when she was seventeen. She came from a poor family—that I always knew—and so she dropped out of high school and worked full-time to help pay the rent.

She started working at one of his family's many businesses, a flower shop. She hadn't been there for too long when he came in one afternoon. He was twenty-three at the time, and she found him handsome. He asked her to prepare a bouquet of roses—it was his mother's birthday—and when she handed it to him, he asked her for her name.

"Edith," she said, smiling demurely, offer