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16: the sacrifice.

Jamila dropped the knife. "Okay...I won't do it!" She started crying and her sobs made me feel bad.

I looked at Sol and tilted my head. "So...?"

He put his hands into his jacket's pockets and didn't look too happy. Then, he walked over to me, grabbed my left wrist, and helped me off the railing.

"You're shaking," he said.

He then noticed the 2 cuts on my wrist. "Why do you have these?"

"You have them too, correct?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why are you cutting yourself?" He asked.

"I'm not. Why are you cutting yourself?" I asked.

"Why the fuck would I cut myself?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know...maybe cuz you're lonely since you're a demon and being lonely got you all depressed and shit," I answered.

He blinked. "Me? Lonely?"

We weren't able to continue the conversation when we heard the sounds of sirens approaching.

Sol let go of my wrist and grabbed his pocket knife off the floor. "I'm outta this bitch. What a fucking waste of time." He grumbled as he left the bar.

Jamila was kneeling next to Jamal and was wiping her tears away.

"Jamila...we should go. We'll talk about what we should do with Jamal later on to help you move on," I told her.

She shook her head. "I wanted him dead, but after seeing you threaten to kill yourself, I realized that if he was dead, nobody would find out the truth about my murder. So I'm going to possess his body and have him confess to the whole entire thing. I'll even make him go to the burial site and show the police."

"Will you be okay with doing that? I know it won't be easy to see your own dead body," I asked.

"It's not easy, but I have to do it. Once people find out and he's arrested, I can finally move on so it's worth it. Plus, I have 7 older brothers. They'll kill him for me," Jamila answered, smiling at the last part.

"I-" Deciding not to say anything, I knelt down next to her and smiled.

"I'll miss you," I said instead.

"I'll miss you too," Jamila said, her voice breaking.

Sol appeared in the doorway. "Yo! They're here! Let's go!"

Jamila and I stood up and shared a quick hug before I left the roof top bar.

Minutes later, Sol and I watched as the police put Jamal, who's possessed by Jamila, inside of a police car from a safe distance.

"I'm still mad at you," I told Sol.

"Does it look like I care?" He asked.

Sol will always be Sol.

"But thanks for helping Jamila...in your own twisted way," I said.

"Who said I was helping her?" He asked.

I blinked. "You weren't? Oh, so we're you helping me because you secretly care about me?" A sly smile formed on my lips.

"I have no choice but to care. If you get hurt, I get hurt. You're like a...leach? Anyway, I was helping my self, not you and not ghost girl," he answered.

"You were?" I asked.

"That Kyle guy broke a bottle over my head because of murder boy Jamal so I had to do something. You know, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?" Sol explained.