July 2, 2016translated from Spanish
original text
Nightmare.
There is only one word to describe what happened to me the past 2 days and that is nightmare. I had sensed that this trip was a stupid idea, and i had not given in easily… but the money was too good to deny. Plus the chance to visit America , and get paid to do it, was something that i had never dreamed of. Me, the little girl from Sevilla, performing my art to the rest of the world.
Yet i should have listened to my grandma saying no, and i should have listened to my dreams. My dreams of murder and death coming to meet me in the way.
Yesterday we arrived in this city called….(what is the name again?) … “Harper Rock”, and as soon as we arrived i felt it. The end was near. I didn’t know if it was the end of my life literally, the end of my life as the way i knew it or just the end of my trip- my final destination. But i knew the end was coming. The city itself, seemingly booming of life, with its busy streets and neighborhoods, its parks and its malls had a heavy atmosphere. Some kind of scent i have never felt before.
It was shortly after the performance. It did go well, as usual, and everybody else wanted to go for drinks. Per usual. But not me this time. I had this weird feeling to avoid the bars, clubs of this city and i just wanted to go back to my hotel, sleep for the night and leave early the following morning for good. But even though i left the hall alone, i was not alone apparently. And never made it in the hotel that night.
In the beginning it was footsteps. Footsteps that stopped every time i stopped. I tried to open up my pace and get lost in an alley. And then it was nothing.
I woke up a few hours later in that same alley but i still feel like i’m sleeping. Like this nightmare will soon end. I tried to leave, but the sun burnt me heavily. So i crawled back to that area and waited till it was dark. And when it was dark again, i fed… on human blood. Disgusting and yet it is the only thing that i desire.
I found my way to the hotel, but everyone else had left.
I am alone, in this cursed city, deprived of my family, of my traditions, of my tribe.
What will happen to me?
Who was that stalker and why did he leave me like that?
And most importantly… What have i become? El Diablo?