Heaven

Heart

                                                  " I saw that you were perfect and so I

                                                loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect

                                                   and I loved you even more."

Life was always confusing for me, growing up and all the changes that happened around me. I grew up in an orphanage after my mother killed herself while pregnant with me, I was born three months premature.

Than last year a family came by and adopted me, I was only fifteen at the time and it was better than staying at the orphanage for another three years.

My life didn't have much meaning to it but at the same time it did, I loved my new family, I loved that I was finally happy with the way things were going for me. Sure, I kept to myself but that didn't mean I was unhappy, I'm just so use to being alone.

I didn't realize that my life would be flipped upside down by the devil himself but I was wrongly mistaken. When I first moved into this town I was warned about its history. Apparently there were a lot of tragedies that happened here.

And it circled around one family, the Fishers.

Five years ago, Amelia Fisher, mother of three died giving birth to her fourth child. Only a month later apparently her youngest son, Benjamin Fisher had a mental break and killed his babysitter and the mailman who supposedly walked in on the murder. He was sentenced only five years in an institution while his family picked up the pieces.

Two years after the incarceration of his son, Harry Fisher killed himself. Leaving his four children alone in the world.

The oldest sons, Alexander and William Fisher raised their younger sister Charlotte while Benjamin served his time.

Never in my life did I think I would meet a murderer and possibly fall in love with him, it was crazy and wrong. But I didn't care and that's the part of me that scares me.

It was a gloomy Sunday morning, I snuck out of the house and headed to the towns Church, it was the one place I could clear my mind. It was the middle of September and it felt like school was already close to killing me.

"Sorry but the Church is closed, too many demons are slipping in from the portal that separates Heaven and Hell, better save yourself." A sarcastic voice came from behind me and I turned around with a small frown on my face.

I push my hair out of my face and stare up at the guy, he had messy brown hair that swept across his forehead and black eyes. He was tall enough that I had to look up at him, "You must be new to the town, most would be running in the other direction by now," He says, while cracking a smile that made dimples appear in his cheeks.

It was a charming smile but I could tell by his eyes that there was something deeper with his words, his eyes are the thing that caught my attention the most. They weren't even a brown, but a dark soulless color.

I narrow my eyes, "I'm Iliana," I say, my voice coming out soft.

The guy stood there staring at me, something close to curiosity burning in his eyes as he stared down at me, the smile never leaving his face, "You really are new, haven't people warned you not to give your name to murderers, now I'll be able to find you and kill you." He says and I snort.

"Why wouldn't you just kill me now? I'm sure it would save time for the both of us, and that means you can pass the whole stalking thing." I retort.

I try my hardest not to stare at him but it was awful, almost painful. He was extremely beautiful in a dark way, I felt compelled by him.

"I'm Ben Fisher, but I'm sure you already knew that." He stated and I stood there, my mind racing. I just basically gave a murderer the chance to kill me without even realizing it. That's how incredibly stupid I was.

I stood there without wavering from his words, keeping a straight face, "I've heard about you, no big deal." I state with the shrug of my shoulders.

He stood there, staring down at me like he was unconvinced of my act, "You should keep praying to Jesus, maybe he can help with your obvious problems." He says, his voice coming out a deep rumble.

I roll my eyes at him, "Go to hell," I snapped at him.

"I'll stop by eventually, and maybe I'll search at the end of the world for you,"

I stood there quietly while fiddling with my hand, he was joking around so he couldn't possibly be so terrible. I couldn't ignore the part of me that was drawn to him, the darkness in him or evil. Maybe I was going crazy, but I was drawn to a psychopath.

I bring a hand through my hair and close my eyes, "Scared?" He asks in a mocking tone, I pop my eyes open and stare at him.

I stood unmoving, my eyes grazing across his face. He stared at me, those dark eyes seeming to see into my soul. He had me in this hold and it felt impossible to break, I've never encountered something like him, someone who has witnessed death, who took lives. Who's been on the devils side.

"No, you really don't," I say softly while staring up at him, he was a foot away and his eyes held confliction, like he was having an eternal battle with himself.

He grumbled, "You sounded very convincing and I'm not sure if I should be frightened or curious. You should be terrified of me," He said angrily, bringing his hand roughly through his hair.

I smile, "I think we'll be best buddies, even when we're both sent to hell," I say before turning around and leaving the Church.

Once I got through the front doors I felt like I was going to be sick, I was just having a normal conversation with a murderer. And for some reason it didn't bother me, he reminded me of myself and that scared me.

Because now that we've met, I don't want him to leave

He was good company you could say.

I was so going to hell

"Sometimes, I dream, that our bodies are stars, and we make love until we feel the moon breathing upon us."