I sat on the couch across from the loveseat my parents were sharing, trying to read their expressions.
My mom had her poker face on, but my dad actually looked kind of worried.
"I'm here." I said flatly, "What do you want to tell me?"
My dad looked like he was about to talk but my mom held up a hand to silence him.
"Zara, there are some things you have to understand, now that you're old enough. You were our sixth child."
"What?" I burst out, "But...me and Izzie...that still leaves four?"
"Your sister was born first. After that...there were complications. I had four miscarriages. You were born premature, and they had to keep you in the NICU. You were hanging on by a thread."
She sighed before continuing.
"We were terrified. So, when he approached us, and said that he could save you if we signed a contract..."
"Who's he?" I asked, already somewhat apprehensive of the answer.
My parents shared a look before my dad answered.
"Zara we....we sold your soul to the devil."
As if on cue the lights went out, and there were six quick knocks on the door.
"It's him." my mom said flatly.
"So soon?" my dad shot back, "He promised us time!"
I stood up, my heart pounding.
"I don't know if this is some kind of joke, but I'm already tired of it."
With that I walked towards the door, grabbing the smoking handle and flinging the door open.
It's safe to say I was more than a little surprised.