I never knew my life could get so messed up, I was just a normal girl living with her parents, just a normal girl, or was I?

It started last year during summer, when I was just spending some time on the beach, during a time which was mostly empty, a woman came upon me, took a look at me and said, “You’re not supposed to be alive, diablo.” She stared at me intensely for a few moments, then left me alone. Even though I had no idea what diablo meant, but I was sure that it wasn’t something nice.

I looked around for that odd woman, yet she was nowhere in sight.

I hurried home, hoping to find some answers from my parents about what it meant by “You’re not supposed to be alive, diablo.” I rushed through the door to find out that my parents were gone, they didn’t even leave a note.

Outside the house, it was the odd woman again, who was muttering a foreign language that, surprisingly, I understood.

I went forward to check on her. The woman stopped muttering and glared at me with glowing white eyes, staring into my soul. The aberration pointed at me, then echoed, ”You should’ve died many years ago, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here...”

Right there, she stopped talking, her body evaporated into a thick cloud of black smoke, which stayed in the air for a while, and I was left with a mystery.

Then, a pair of arms appeared from the smoke, pulling me into it. Everything then went black.

A beautiful scene appeared, flowers were blooming, the grass was emerald green, and in the center of everything, a happy couple had a baby with them. From the appearance of the couple, I recognized them to be my parents, and I asssumed that the baby they were carrying was me, since I heard no mention of my parents having other children.

I was about to walk towards them, but then came a strong wind which picked up the child and brought it far away from the reach of my parents.

Moments later, the baby was back. The innocent, healthy baby returned charred and burnt to the bone.

I stood there, petrified of what was shown. Then it hit me, I was supposed to be dead long ago, just like how the old woman said I was.

I felt a burning sensation on my arm. I looked at it and a burnt mark that resembled 3 sixes, the number of the devil, was embedded onto my skin.

I woke up on the floor screaming, hoping the dream was just a dream, I frantically touched my arm, and there it was, the 3 sixes.

Terrified of what the dream had shown me, I understood the odd woman’s words, and like she said, I shouldn’t be here, but somehow here I am.

As it turns out, diablo was the word for the devil in a different language, and I was the devil.