I sat in riots lap for a long time. I didn’t want to move, I had found myself okay with the idea of no food or water or sleep, I had given up, but at least now I didn’t have to suffer. Riot didn’t move most of the time, just letting me sit on her, or next to her, sometimes I would sit next to her and just hold her hand, My way of grabbing onto the only person (or demon) that would protect me. And believe me I needed the protection.
"Tor" Riot said after what felt like a year of silence (though it may have only been maybe a day) I turn my body, slightly contorting myself to look at her.
"Yes?" I asked, hating how scratchy my voice was.
"Get up" Her words were a simple command and I followed though I didn’t understand why. Maybe I was being too clingy? Maybe I was still heavy and my weight was making her legs fall asleep. I didn’t know but imp sure she would tell me if I just moved and listened to her.
Once seated on the floor next to her I looked into the calming red eyes and smiled. "why?"
"Because it was fucking annoying."
I don’t know if you've ever felt time stop, but I have, right there. Riots words hurt, and hurt deep. Maybe she was right, but it still hurt, She was my savior and I wanted to do nothing but spend all my time with her, looking up to her, and being just around her.
"I-I…. Umm… I- Sorry" I stumbled over my words, nothing really making any sense, She had saved me, why was she just pushing me away now.
"Don’t fucking say sorry, I'm tired okay?" She snapped, I looked down, not really wanting to say anything more.
I thought back to when I was with Riot in hell and her telling me about how weird it was to sleep, that I could only sleep if the other person with me. yet here she was, and making me leave so she could sleep.
"Riot…." I whispered, waiting for her to snap at me again.
"What." to my luck she didn’t snap but her tone was less then sweet.
"You said I could only sleep with you… like after I died… can… can I sleep?" I looked up at her, hoping that she would say yes, but a painful feeling in my gut told me her answer would be as cold as her eyes.
"No." She spat, her tone falling into a cruel grown like Ashley's and Jacks.
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Demons Aren't Always Damned
RomanceStories always start with the beginning of a new life, A life of some beautiful girl and how her dreams will come true if she believes. You never hear the story of what happens when people die at the prime of their life. What about what happens wh...
