Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2289 words

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I look around and see the night.

Did I fall asleep at Athena's? What happened? I use my arms to sit up because I feel absolutely horrible.

I don't remember almost anything but I swear I'm not drunk. I've never gotten drunk. I look around. Oh this is my dull room.

How did I get here? I look next to me and all around to see no Death. Well for being so clingy this morning he sure isn't now.

Did I do something wrong? I don't wanna do anything wrong.

I get off the bed with horrible balance and look for my phone. I found it on my couch. How did it get there?

I inspected it, "you alive or something? Always leaving me."

I check the time and it's 9 am. Ok so it's the next day. This feels like I'm living in 'Last Friday Night' but alone.

Damn my memory really does suck.

I walk to the bathroom and use my phone as a light because I don't feel like being blinded even more. I look in the mirror.

I'm in my clothes from yesterday. Something isn't right. I can't sleep in pants or a shirt with sleeves. And I'm alone with no memory.

Oh my God I killed someone. A demon possessed me and I killed someone.

This is gonna be my 13th reason.

I walk back to the room with my phone turned off and see Death sitting on the edge of the bed staring out the window wearing those stupid leather pants. Well I'm not alone anymore.

I walk closer. He has the same face of when I first met him. Emotionless with sinister eyes. I've actually never noticed the difference till right now.

I don't like it. He looks threatening.

I stand next to him and boop his nose. He faces me and the stoic face disappears. He just now looks disappointed.

Maybe I did a really bad job killing the person.

He intertwined his hands on the curve of my back and leaned his forehead on my stomach.

Ok, maybe a lack of cuddles makes him depressed...? I play with his hair. That usually works.

"Are you ok?"

"No."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

He's so quiet and it's making me worried.

Maybe I'm the one that died and he's disappointed in my horrible living skills. I'd be disappointed too.

I put my hands on his shoulders and lean him back but he still looks down. I put the back of my hand under his chin and made him look up at me. He avoids eye contact.

I crawl on him and straddle him before wrapping my arms under his.

"What did I do?"

He shakes his head.

"Tell me what happened then. I don't remember anything."

He hides his face against my chest, "no."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Stop acting like a child and tell me. I have a right to know."

He runs his hands over my sides from the bottom of my rib cage to my knees.

"GHB."

"What's that?"

"Drugs."

"Was someone doing drugs? Was it you, me?"

"It's a date rape drug."

"Oh. Who got drugged?"

"18 people."

"Well that doesn't explain anything. Were they fighting or something?"

"You were one of them."

"I was fighting? I don't know how to fight."

"You were drugged at the stupid bar."

My brain short circuits, "wha?"

"You were drugged."

"You're lying."

"I desperately wish I was."

"You are."

"I'm not."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. "There's no way."

He pulls me closer sideways against him in the crook of his neck and runs a hand through my hair. "How? Why? Who?"

He kisses my hairline. "A boy drugged you and 17 other girls for obvious reasons in his sick twisted mind."

"How'd a guy get in? I know it wasn't the security guy cuz he stayed at the door."

"TrAnSGEndEr bullshit," he mocks in a bad squeaky voice that sounds so off.

Oh I hate those types of people. It's been so long and some men still gotta act like women and throw real women off to the side and invalidate us.

I look up at him. "Why do things keep happening to me? I don't want things to keep happening. This year fucking sucks. I thought I was done with the bad years and luck."

He wipes the unknown tears away with his thumb, "I don't know."

"Did I do SOmething wrong to deserve this?"

"No, my precious."

Then why is this happening to me? Why does everything fall apart 10 times more than the time before I fixed it with the hands that fixed myself every other time? This ain't fair. It's not fair that I gotta suffer for just existing.

"Do I annoy you with my whiny bitch self?"

He falls back onto the bed and adjusts me so I'm laying on top of him, "Of course not and you are not a whiny bitch, only emotional."

"Everyone else calls me a whiny bitch and other things."

"I'm not everyone else and you aren't with them anymore."

"I know... you're hotter.''

He stops functioning for a second before kissing my nose. I kiss his nose. He kisses mine back and grabs my broken hand before kissing each knuckle.

Awww I lost.

He kisses my other knuckles before kissing my nose again. I don't mind these types of kisses, I actually love them. I love them so much.

I love them so much that I'm probably crying again. It's such a great escape from everything with such little effort.

"What happened to my Snickers? I don't have enough money to buy over 30 again."

"How much was it?"

I try to remember, whatever didn't disappear is blurry.

"Aren't people not supposed to share how much they spend on things or how much money they have? The people online never do."

He shrugs, "It's your choice."

"Oh. almost $200."

"That's so much for a bag of candy."

"The best candy."

"Hersheys is the best."

"What? You're crazy."

"Quite frankly my dear, you are crazy."

"We're both crazy."

He nods. "Snickers is still better."

"No."

"You're delusional."

"You're adorable."

I lay my head down under his and take his big ol' right hand and trace his stupidly sharp nails. The demonic purr thing lasts half a second again.

"How'd you know everything? All I remember is leaving. Barely that."

"I know everything."

"But what happened, like everything."

"You took your belongings from your friend and walked down the hallway. She waited for you to open the door and you somehow made it look like you did. The same second she closed the door you passed out."

"You stalk me?"

"We accomplished this a while ago."

"I thought you were joking."

"I said you would never be alone outside again."

"Or inside," I murmured.

He drags the heel of his hands up my back, "you love it."

"Maybe. But how do you know who did it?"

"I have my ways."

"Very good answering skills."

"The best."

He takes the hand I'm playing with and drags the tip of a nail from my hairline and down the middle of my face to my nose. He then re wraps his arms around me.

Burrito.

I look at him, "we're so far off the bed, we might as well be on the floor."

He looks like he's considering it.

"I'm joking."

"Then don't suggest it."

"You're weird for that."

He looks confused before rolling onto all fours while still holding me. He then gets on his knees and throws me on the bed.

"Why you always throwin me?"

"I enjoy watching your face contort into terror and shock for 3 seconds."

Should I feel threatened?

He crawls over me. So fucking tall. He puts a hand under the left side of my face.

"εισαι το φως μου."

"What did you say?"

"Something you'll never know."

"Jerk."

He grins before putting a hand under my back and making me sit up. I look up at him.

"Lift your arms."

I give him a face before doing it. He takes my arms and raises them higher. Oh.

He then grabs the edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head. I watch him fight my long ass hair. I wheeze laugh.

He looks at me with furrowed brows, "how the hell does this work?"

Once I can properly breathe I grab my ponytail and pull it away from the shirt.

"See, it's not that hard."

He huffs or something before throwing my poor shirt on the ground and putting his hand across my collar bone to gently push me back down.

He hooks his fingers on my pant's waistband. "Lift your legs."

"I can take my own-"

"I said what I said."

"I don't like your attitude. Don't threaten me."

He raises a brow for a second before leaning forward and kissing my nose and stares into my eyes or something. "Please?"

I smile before lifting my legs. He pulls my poor pants off and throws them next to my shirt.

He then cages me under him yet again, "can I drown you in kisses?"

He looks excited like the first or second time. Awwww.

"No."

It all disappears, "why?"

Oh he sounds so sad and I try so hard to not laugh. The utter disappointment is so funny.

I grab the collar of his shirt. He looks at my hand and at me confused, "what?"

"The rules."

"What rules?"

"The ones I told you before. Like yesterday night, you know them."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He has that same face as when he uses that teasing voice. He gotta be messing with me.

"Take your damn shirt off."

"I'm not taking it off. You are."

"What the hell?"

Those sharp teeth appear again in his evil smile, "you know exactly what hell is."

I slap his arm, "take the damn shirt off or I'ma ignore you."

Equality is important.

He grabs the bottom of his shirt with one hand and uses the other to grab mine. He closes my hand around the edge of his shirt.

He grabs my other hand but remembers it's broken so he kisses my wrist and puts my broken hand back down.

He then looks at me with curiosity. I just look at him.

"Take the shirt off my crippled butterfly."

"I don't know how."

"Have you never taken a shirt off before?"

I shake my head with a big stupid smile.

"Why are you stubborn?"

"Me stubborn? You're stubborn. Very stubborn."

"I took your shirt off. You haven't taken one off so here's your chance."

"Not my shirt, not my responsibility."

He looks lost like a shelter puppy. He looks like he doesn't know what to do next.

Ha.

He acts like this genuinely pains him. I'm an ass.

I pull the shirt to me. He helps me take it off and I blindly throw it somewhere. I don't know where.

"Can I drown you in kisses yet?"

"No, get rid of the pants."

"Are you trying to see something?" He says in an even lower voice.

How the hell does he do that with an already deep voice?

"Naw."

"Boring."

"I am not boring, I'm entertainingly challenged. We do not say words like that here."

"There's no regulations in hell."

"My bed."

"Fine."

He takes his pants off and throws them on the floor. Lotta throwing lately.

He towers back over me and just looks at me. All of me. I sit up and kiss his nose.

He pushes me back down but doesn't move, just waits. After a minute of thinking what he's waiting for I nod.

He kisses every aspect of my face and especially my ears. I get all giddy again and squeal or squeak, maybe both.

My inner mouse and pig have combined.

He kisses along my jaw and moves to my neck.

The room turns to a sunset and the pond appears. The dock was touched by nothing but wildlife and the pinkish purple sun rays. The water barely moving, tall grass poking me.

Not a single noise except cicadas behind me in the trees. The wind whispers nonsense. The water beckons me to come closer. The grass moves my feet to the edge.

Little fish and frogs swim around. There's mosquitoes but they don't move towards me. The dragonflies dance in the air.

He rolls me on my right side and kisses my left side. I look at him over my shoulder.

He looks so happy. Awww.

I boop his nose the second I can. He looks at me like a child that just got to go to the park.

"There were dragonflies there this time. They were so big."

"What else was there?"

"These mosquitoes that didn't try to suck me dry and there were the cutest little frogs and some fish and the grass was longer than usual. The sky was brighter too."

He kisses the bridge of my nose.

"I want to bring you there. How can I bring you?"

"If it's a real place I'll take you."

"How would I know?"

"Draw it and I'll tell you."

I get excited and try to get up but he holds my shoulder down. Oh yea.

He then gets this weird look in his perfect eyes.

"Do you know what a hickey looks like?"

"A bruise?"

He nods, "Do you know what it feels like?"

"No."

"Do you want to know how it feels?"

"Does it hurt?"

"It shouldn't."

"I don't want people to see hickeys on me."

He caresses the side of my face with his hand. "They won't."

"Then sure."

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Poor girl.

Making characters suffer is fun lol.