Misunderstood.

From an early age, every person she saw had two figures on their shoulders. On the left was a white, faerie like angel who stood happily and proudly with a halo on her head and a set of magnificent feathery wings. On the other shoulder there would stand a red devil with black horns and a long tail that sprung a blaze of fire, carrying a large smirk. Sophie grew older and thought the two opposing figures were only an imagination and would fade as she aged but they never leaved.

Sophie was fifteen when she realised one was always more opaque and the other was more translucent the other was showed. Sophie was proud to always look to her sides and find the angel more vibrant and glowing, yet there were times when she decided to listen to her devils actions and act upon them, most likely ending in a catastrophe or simply just blurt out something rude without the intent to harm the person. The consciouses whispered to her and she saw the others did to their human but she could never hear their angels and devils. She knew no one else could hear or see them, maybe they all thought they were just conflicting thoughts in their head. She learned that whichever was more opaque, the more they listened to the conscience.

Sophie was now finished school and starting her career in painting, now 22. She knew that's what she wanted to do when she was very young. Her angel always had a paint brush and would paint against her shoulder pretty hues of colour. Her family was ver much on the angelic, except her little heathen of a brother which she could barely see his angel. He was 5 years younger than Sophie had they had a very close bond, banter and jokes always brightened her days.

She had boyfriends but they always left her, she took in consideration that all her partner's  devils had shone more brightly. She never heard of their devils voice but their devils always seemed to shoot looks back and forth between their owner and Sophie and she swore they were said, "Lie to her, cheat on her. Make her miserable." They listened to their devils and did exactly that to her. Sometimes, Sophie felt a little crazy, like a psychic. She could tell the personality of someone, judging them instantly by just a glance at a shoulder. One day, her best friend set her up with a blind date. Liv was a brat, her angel was ever so pigmented but she acted as if her angel didn't exist.

Liv dragged Sophie along the side of street. They had spent the whole afternoon getting Sophie a makeover. She wore a dress and had her hair down, letting loose after working every night and getting scarce hours of sleep.

"It will be fine. Stop worrying about the little conscious people and just enjoy it. You're over thinking it, again!" She groaned in annoyance, her raven hair bounced up as she pulled Sophie's hands along with her. If she didn't, Sophia wouldn't have moved. Of course she had told her best friend about her ability, they had bonded since they were little and Sophie told her everything. Liv never took it weirdly but there were times Liv got a bit curious on the matter and blurted out questions all in one turn.

"I haven't been on a date in a really long time." She spoke low and longingly. They halted to a stop when the two girls reached the restaurant that Sophie's date was sitting in. Liv peered into the restaurant window and found the mysterious date she had set her friend up with.

"He's here!" She squealed with excitement. Sophie peered in, so nervous she didn't even glance at the consciences of the man. She saw his ruff but neat brown hair and his muscular body, he sat calmly and waited for his date. "Good luck!" Liv squealed amd she pushed Sophie to the door. Sophie walked in with nerves sparking in her stomach while sue tried not to trip on her heels. Her gaze stayed on the man's face and Sophie struck a conversation as she had been staring for what seemed like a long time.

"You're Liv's friend right?" She asked. She already knew the answer but it seemed like a good way to start the conversation. He smiled and his right side lifted slightly higher.

"Sophie, right?"

"Yes, yes. Liv never told your name..." she trailed off. He gestured for her to take a seat and she pulled out the chair and sat down, it was a very fancy restaurant and she was lucky she wore a nice dress. A big chandelier took place in the centre and the tables were set neatly with a white tablecloth with a vase of fresh, red roses.

"Mark." He nodded almost shyly.

Run. Is her very first thought and it repeated in her head over and over again. Leave!

She realised she sat frozen and probably looked a little spooked. "Are you okay?" The man asked.

"Yes." She lied, wha t she hoped was a convincing smile. She looked to his right shoulder, nothing there, then to his left shoulder where a solid colour devil rested. Sophie looked around frantically, making sure her power was still working. There's a woman one table away with a transparent devil and s translucent angel, she listens to her angel more. Across from her a woman's has a translucent devil, she listens to it more than she should.

Run! Go!

She had never seen a completely solid devil, never before had she seen an angel completely gone. Sophie turned back and saw he had them menu in his hand, he looked at her expectantly. Maybe it was best she didn't tip him off, assuming she hadn't already, and sneak out when he wasn't looking. He put the menu down and his eyes followed his movement, he pulled on his long sleeves.

"I'll pay, don't worry about the price. You can order whatever you want." He took a sip from his drink that he had poured the both of them.

"Oh okay, thank you." She could hardly pay attention to the menu, she looked around to find the toilets or just search for an escape route. As he seemed like the cute, shy boy Liv had told her about, she couldn't shake off the fact that he didn't have an angel.

The date is seemingly going well. Sophie looked at his shoulder so often that he glances back to see what she was locking at. Worried about it, she found something to look at and her eyes focus on his arms, only to gawk. On his arm a cut peeked out from under his sleeve. He saw her looking and panicked, and pulled the sleeves down. Sophie let her gaze fall to the table and they sat there in silence.
Her whole life she tried to avoid people with my solid devils as they listened to them more, but she never heard them and didn't seem to take notice they way the devil acts. She never questioned what the devils were saying. She heard a squeaky low whisper and looked down to her right shoulder but her devil remained still, translucent. She looked to his and saw the devil talking to him. It shocked her she was able to see the hush voice of the devil. He poked his pitchfork along his skin, grazing it. His devil isn't tell him to hurt her, it was telling him to hurt himself, that he's worthless and doesn't deserve me; and acting scared isn't helping him.

"Don't listen." She slipped out before she could finish getting her thoughts together. She took in a long breath and spoke slowly. "Don't listen to the voice that tells you that you're useless, that you'll never make a difference... You've made a huge difference to me already."

She looked up hesitantly and saw him teary eyed. "Thank you," he whispered and beside his head a barely visible angel slowly faded back into existence. He was just misunderstood.