The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes

The Devil And My Toilet

          »I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil.

          I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.«

                                                 Marilyn Monroe

I don't know how long have I been trying to wake up. The annoying ray of sunlight sneaked from behind the curtains, reminding me that a new day had begun. I could still feel the cold, sticky sweat between my shoulder blades from last night’s nightmare. What a strange dream.

As if I would make a deal with the Devil.

My legs hit the floor and I dragged my soulless body into the bathroom. Warm splashes of water that ran over my nude back calmed me down like a jazz song at summer time, so smooth and all over the place. I filled my mouth with water running from the broken shower head, slowly letting it overflow across my lips.

"Good morning,"

My neck felt stiff as the silenced scream paralyzed my throat. At a slow pace, I forced myself to turn around. My heart was racing so strongly, I thought it nicked a piece of my rib.

I screamed and turned around, my heart racing as if it were trying to run out of my chest. What the hell was that?!

The guy from my dreams - , I mean nightmare, was sitting on the closed toilet seat. Nonchalantly, he turned a page of today's newspaper. Although the glass door fogged up, I clearly noticed those red eyes.

"What the hell," I shrieked at his presence.

"That was rather rude." He said.

"Y...You..." I mumbled, covering myself with the nearest towel. In a moment of disorientation, I forgot to turn off the faucet, which resulted in soaked, heavy towel. The fabric was gaining in weight by the second.

"Me," Lucifer turned his luminous red eyes upon me and made that half-smile only pretentious boys did.

"It was real," I whispered to myself, panic striking my nerves. The events of last night flashed in my mind. "My soul!" I yelled and covered my mouth to muffle my voice.

"Do not despair yet, little Lux, I am not here to collect." He licked his index finger and flicked to the next page, a gesture that quite obviously amused him.

"Lucija," Oh crap, my mom. "Are you all right?" the door-handle slowly moved.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't come - "

Did I mention we don't have any keys for the locks in this house? Yeah, it was my mom's decision – she has a bladder of a three-year old, she needs to pee every twenty freaking minutes, so she just barges in, even if you're showering. No regard for personal space, whatsoever.

" - in." I finished the sentence, but she was already peeking inside.

Fuck, there’s a stranger sitting on our toilet...I held my breath as if that would be able to resolve anything and squeezed the towel which was dripping wet with water.

"Are you okay? I thought you fell or something." Mom didn't even glance at him.

"Oh, have I disclosed that you are the only one who can perceive me," he spoke as if this information was nothing. 

No, you didn't fucking mention that!

"I'm fine," I growled through my teeth. "can you please leave now?" my voice sounded slightly pissed off.