In a room, all alone, but never lonely. No, never lonely. Not for as long as I have His presence waiting at the back of my mind; always waiting there to catch me when I fall. Oh, but what I didn’t understand then when I sold Him my soul. What I didn’t understand was what I was running from. I didn’t have a conscious understanding of what was causing my pain, and so, assuming I could never escape the inescapable, I sold Him my heart and soul, because He promised to protect me. He never lied, not about that, but He knew why I was running; what truth I was running from. He knew but He never told me.
“You could have told me, you know.” She says, watching her reflection in the mirror. He, her One Whole & True, appears over her shoulder hooded in black, and puts his hands upon her shoulders. His fingers are long, pale, and skeletal; the skin stretched over the knuckles like a tarp pulled taut over a machine too large to be covered.
“You didn’t want to know,” He says. His lips don’t move when he speaks. His ruby lips and prominent chin are all she can see from inside the darkness of His hooded cloak.
“You had no way of knowing that,” she says, her shoulders tensing beneath His fingers.
“But I did, love.” He says, massaging her shoulders. She shrugs out of His grip, and turns to face Him. His hands are held up in a ‘don’t shoot!’ gesture.
“No, you didn’t, because I never told you,” she says.
“Not with your words, no,” He says, lowering His hands to His sides.
“What does that mean?” She asks, glowering.
“’You know me better than I know myself’” He quoted, “Do you remember saying that?” He asks.
“I never said that to you,” she says, the frown line on her forehead deepening.
“No, you didn’t, but you said it; only you meant it towards me.” He says.
“If I never said it to you, then I never meant it towards you!” she shouts.
“I have known you all your life. I know you better than you’ve ever known yourself. I kept your secret to protect you from yourself,” He says, attempting to take her hands. She pulls away from Him, and walks across the room, thinking hard.
“I understand your anger—” He starts to say, but she cuts him off.
“Don’t!” she says, turning back around to face Him, anger burning inside her eyes. “Don’t pretend to know me—to understand me! You don’t know anything about me!” She yells.
He steps forward, and she holds out a hand to keep Him in his place.
“You lied to me,” she says, her voice and arm shaking slightly.
“To protect you from—” He says, but she cuts him off again.
“Don’t justify it!” She yells, “You lied! YOU LIED!” She screams. Her voice cracks and tears spring from her eyes. She wipes them away hurriedly, with disgust.
He steps forward again, and she jerks back in response. He stops, holding His hands up in surrender.
“I’m sorry,” He says. Words she never thought she’d hear coming from a demon.
“Go away,” she says, wrapping her arms about herself.
“What?” He asks, perplexed. A tone of voice she never expected would come from a demon.
“I said go away! I need to think!” She yells.
“Let me comfort you,” He says, and she pulls farther away from Him.
“I don’t want you near me,” she says, tears coursing down her face freely now. What a fool she’s been. Oh, what a terrible, stupid fool. Trusting a devil. Trusting anyone.
“Let me hold you,” He says, raising His arms, the black feathered wings unfolding from His back at the same time.
“GO AWAY!” she screams, and in a puff of black smoke, He does.
Now, she’s in a room, alone & lonely.