A knock sounded on Hell's door. I went and opened it. It's my depression knocking.

"Hello," He said with a grin. "It's been a long time my friend." My stayed shut and I kept watching him. He frowned at my actions. "I know you don't like me. I don't like me either. We have that in common."

"Go away." I finally said ignoring his words.

"Right back at you my friend." He replied as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "It seems you've forgotten our arrangement."

"It's a lie, that arrangement." I said simply. He leaned down to level with me.

"It is not." He tilted his head, his grin coming growing back. "What was it again? No letting me go..." He held his hand out, gesturing me to finish.

I swallowed, "...'Til death do us part."

"Exactly." He straightened up and walked around me. He looked around my humble abode. He picked up a little antique tea cup on the shelf. "Quite a bit of progress you've made." He looked over his shoulder back at me. His grin turned into a sour frown. "What a pity." He crushed the tea cup in his hand and let the pieces fall to the floor.

"I hate you." I said viscously.

"I know." He looked around once again. "But you're not going to get rid of me that's for sure." He started walking slowly around the small space. "You can hate me, berate me, rip me to shreds but there's one thing for sure. You won't get rid of me, not until you're dead."

"That's not true." My hands shook with anger, balled into fists. Suddenly, his hand reached around my neck from behind me and gave it a squeeze. Another squeeze and he gave me a twist to look him straight in the face with haunting grin.

"Liar, liar, keeping me is a desire." He squeezed harder. "After all, I'm the reason you're where you are now. Wouldn't you hate to see it all crumble?" He chuckled. "You really are a selfish bitch, who could've guessed? Maybe that's why they hate you. Maybe that's why you don't deserve to love. Love is overrated anyway." He squeezed harder. I could barely breathe, my lungs working hard. He clicked his tongue. "Just looking at you it's easy to see your flaws. No wonder they've all left you. But I've come back. Doesn't that make me better than all the others?" He let go and I dropped to my knees coughing widely for air. He started away. "And thanks for pushing the other guy out, he was starting to annoy me." He stopped for a moment and looked to the corner. "I see there's a new guy aboard. I bet he'll make of great use." And he started again.

I stayed there on the floor. Inspecting the wood trying to distract myself, thinking it's all a dream but it's not. I hate this. I think as I quietly sob.

My depression's back and he's angrier than ever.