Devil

8

Numb.

Staring at nothing, I didn't know what to feel.

Or I should say, how to feel.

"Those thoughts are bad."

The devil showed up by my side, saying those words nonchalantly and I blinked my eyes slowly.

"It's not wrong to kill myself in my head a hundred or even a thousand times."

"No one say so."

Heaving in a deep breath, it took me a moment to let it out.

"What colour would the devil wear if one kills themselves?"

Pondering, I tilted my head so that I can look at him now.

"Black."

"Then you are here because I will kill myself one day?"

I said, looking at the suit he's wearing.

Never once he wear a different colour suit.

It's always black, always.

"Maybe. Anything can change. Depends on how you think."

"If I die, are you going to look for any person who can see you since they are a kid?"

I had grown up.

I'm old enough now that I'm in middle school.

I'm no longer that little girl.

"I don't know."

The devil sighed this time, ruffling my hair a little as he smiles.

"Anyhow, I'm not leaving you. Whether you die or not."