Devil's appointment

An Unfruitful Exchange

     “....Poisoned”.

     “Huh..?” the kid answered, maintaining his sanity to keep up with his chaotic mind.

          With an arrogant voice, the devil said: “As you always attempt to do...you only hear the things that suit you...whenever the truth knocks at your door, you just start running away from it.....but not this time…", he stopped for a second and looked at the boy's reaction then he continued: “You're panicking, so you did hear every word…no worries though, let's try again”.

          The kid wanted to scream, even death seemed like an exit door out a burning building.... anything to stop this nightmare, with a broken voice he said: “If this a dream- ”

          Before he even finished his sentence, the devil started talking: “A dream? this is reality...this is your reality. Shall we have a serious conversation then? And why are you afraid of §£?... you're not thinking that ¶ will judge you like all the people behind that door.”

          The kid didn't turn his head to see what door the devil was talking about, he didn't bother himself to...he didn't have to...he knew exactly what the devil was talking about..he believed that entity with all his heart.

          The devil continued: “¶ know what they're thinking behind your back, you're nothing to them but a broken record...repeating the same crap about how sad, depressing, unfair life is...Do you think they will understand how you see the world? what a joke. ¶ know what you are thinking right now... it seems like everyone says that you are a good person, a great friend even, and all the nonsense they paint you with. but let's cut the crap, open your eyes... you never believed a word coming from their mouth, and hell you were right... we both know what you are, look into the torch...enlighten yourself.. and see what you've been trying to hide.... now say it... what are you? ”.

     “...A” And before the kid gets a hand on this conversation.

          The devil said: “don't you dare lie, you wanted answers...you will be forced to take them.…now what are you? ”.

          Two words...just simple words hold an unimaginable power over us, we believed that those words defined us among the crowd...

          The kid hesitates for a second, yet those words find a way out, they spilled out of his mouth: “A fake liar”.

     “You're damn right…you finally took your first step, now you opened the box, and for the first time you are able to see the truth... the miserable coward you truly are” said the devil, with a voice full of pleasure.

          Our eyes couldn't recognize anything in that thing...yet our heart saw the smile he was putting on his non-existent face.

          Scared to talk, horrified to get any more answers...it's getting dark out here, and searching for the light might take forever...this idea popped in his head, the kid took a deep breath and said: “But...this can't be the whole truth, right? Feelings might give wrong directions...we can't be destined to be this way”

     “Who's we exactly? you didn't mean you and §£ right? you were talking about other people... this is hilarious. To put yourself into the illusion that you're not alone in this...in a way you're not wrong, but it's not how you imagine it... but before that let's burn this stupid thought out of ur head... did you think that those people out there are going through something?... let's presumably say that they do, does that mean they will put themselves in your shoes? They will relate to your misery? Ever asked yourself, why would they even bother to do that? You know what? Let's stretch this more... okay now, presuming that they're carrying your burdens, do you think that they would care? they would sympathize with you? stop fooling yourself...even though... you have §£. ¶'ll guide you, and make sure you see what needs to be seen...” The devil stopped talking, he turned his attention to the burning table.

          The next brief moments were nothing but pure silence. The silence made the kid feel so alive again... another feeling he begged to last endlessly, his eyes started opening widely to the fact that the table is on fire, even the floor took its fair share, and before the kid processed what's happening in the room. The devil was already prepared to put the final nail in the boy's coffin.

     “You never showed your cards... because you never had any from the start, you keep asking yourself if happiness is out of your reach, will joy ever come back... as if you deserve them. Are you out of your mind?... ” The devil stopped for a second then continued: “You look like you have something to add…”

          The kid felt like if he opened his mouth, everything will spill out as if every word is a water drop... and what he wanted to express is almost a waterfall of emotions. he wanted to, he tried to:  “... ”

     “Keep it to yourself, ¶ feel like you are under the wrong impression... we're not having any sort of conversation... ¶'§ here simply to force your eyes to open up and see the light... as ¶ said, you're poisoned, more like you're the poison, either to yourself or to others, no difference... you even made §£ repeat §¥ words over and over again...* The devil let out a small chuckle *... maybe it's not the you ¶'§ talking to right now, but it was definitely you... still running ¶ assume, huh?... alright let's dive into this one last time... you're scared, you know you had a normal life... you never had a traumatizing experience, nor anything bad to inflicted you, to feel what you're feeling right now... you gave up on them... you chose to fall in love with your pain ... you chose to sleep with your regrets, and you know what's funny about that? happiness saw all of this happen, that's why she left you... even joy called you a cheater, and told you that she was never coming back... can you imagine that? you gave up on that side by your own volition, and now you want things to get back to how they used to be? Stop kidding yourself, you're doomed to stay defective... you picked this side... the right side, you don't need them... you don't need yourself... ¶'§ here for you...all you......... need...... §£....……..shake....”

          That was too much for the young kid to take, as the devil continued his talking, the kid started losing track of the conversation, a white noise is getting louder and louder… to the point that not a single demonic word found it's way into the boy's ears... and for the first time from the moment that entity walked in, the kid looked behind it, there was a painting, he tried to analyze it but....a sound made him distracted... and a voice made him horrified...

          The devil punched the table, his voice was sharp, with a touch of anger in it...he said: “Look at me §£ when ¶'§ talking to you, and take that stupid look off of your face... why were you looking at that painting, do you think it has any meaning to it whatsoever... don't ridicule yourself. Come on, take a hard long look… there's nothing to be seen...blackness, the more you look at it the more you lose yourself, you better stop... the painting is going to stay the same. ”

          He was never more wrong than this instance, because the more we looked into it, the more it got darker and darker.. so dark in fact that we can see the stars...

          He continued: “Now shake §¥ hand, and let §£ do the rest.”

          The kid wasn't able to resist, he felt that the devil's smile was just getting wider, he knew that what he was about to do is a mistake, yet what's the point of being scared of making a mistake now, after all he had done? Anything to make things stop now...the moment he considered the handshake, the devil already disappeared. Nothing in front of the kid besides a burning room and a black painting... he stared at it for a moment, seemed like he was searching for something.... once again nothing to be found... then, with a choking voice and teary eyes that seemed like they were looking beyond the painting... he said: “Will this misery ever stop? Will this endless nightmare ever reach its conclusion?”

          I wish I could look into your eyes and tell you I learned to manage this…I wish I could tell you he disappears when you get older...you think it's bad now, but you don't know the half of it... now will you excuse us...standing in front of the burning painting again...huh

Is it me or the devil talking? I don't know anymore...