The Devil - Rewritten

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN: PRIVILEDGE

I am quite sure I am more afraid of people who are themselves terrified of the devil than I am of the devil himself.
-Santa Teresa de Jesús

When Emma Carter woke up she felt like shit. Her entire  body was so sore that it took her ten minutes just to sit up in bed. Apparently Jessie let her sleep in until four the next afternoon and it was almost funny to her how this didn't make her nearly non-existent sleep schedule any worse.

Xavier and Calum were say on the living room floor and Emma felt like ignoring them, felt like walking past them with absolutely no recognition of them being there. She could hear her best friend banging around in the kitchen, she could escape to there.

And she didn't know why it felt like escaping.

Maybe it was because Calum was always nice to her and it made her feel like the other shoe was about to drop. Or maybe it was due to her inability to not be vulnerable around Xavier. Whatever it was made Emma immediately feel overwhelmed and that made her already puffy pearl grey eyes start to go red with tears.

"C'mere Princess," Xavier says, voice a bit drowsy from lack of sleep. "I can tell that you're upset, and you just woke up too."

Emma pauses in step, feet already on the dining room tile and tries to collect herself. "Did you..." She sighs. "Did you even sleep?"

His voice get closer the more he talks, and Emma can feel him stop behind her. "Not a fucking wink, but I don't really care. How are you today—mentally, I mean."

"Fucked up." She replies simply.

"I'm not the best myself." Xavier says, finger tips brushing against her arms. "May I?"

Emma nods and a moment later, as if deciding if he should follow through or not, the Devil's arms slide around her waist. Her shoulders rest evenly against his chest, her head snug under his chin.

It felt good but she hated it, because right now, in this moment? She was being vulnerable again.

The events of the previous day catch up to her, and Emma finds herself clutching onto Xavier's arms, thick tears rolling down her cheeks. This week had all been so much too fast. This was a better outcome, for her anyway.

Previously if she was alone at home—if she could call it that—Emma would have woke up, gone to the graveyard to visit her dad, told him how sorry she was and then she would have gone right back home and felt guilty about hurting herself more.

Her problem was that she didn't die the day she thought she would, and someone just needed to tell her mind that because it hasn't caught up yet to the fact her heart is still pounding.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She repeats. "I didn't mean to, to start crying on you again."

"You don't have to apologize." Xavier tells her, giving Emma a small squeeze. "I understand."

All issues put aside, there's something about the human race that should not be ignored because there are some people who, when you meet them, you're bound to fall in love with them.

And in a big sense, that means you're soulmates.

It's the same thing with friendship, there are some people that if you meet you are bound to be friends, even if you meet in the worst of situations. 

Like being high at a party together. Or because other friends hate each other so you got exasperated by it together. Or because you fight for each other once and realize you can't stop. Or you could just be playing outside one day when you're nine and find them, and never let them go.