Falling For The Impossible

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Right, just a warning. There is a lot of false information in this chapter with the mention of Jesus, God, Satan and such. I don't mean to offend anyone with religious beliefs, this is all made up crap to fit in with my storyline.
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I ended up messaging my parents to let them know what was happening and that Louis would drop me back off early tomorrow to get ready for school that sadly was still on.

Lucky for us we had 2 more weeks before we graduate.

And less than a week to save Louis.

5 days. I had 5 days to save him and not to be cocky but I think I've done it. I'm proud in what I've achieved and I've kept a close eye on Louis' scars. There's no new ones and his first therapy session is Sunday.

The 2nd of December.

1 day after he supposedly is supposed to kill himself.

Maybe we should've booked it earlier but we couldn't and I've been biting at my nails in anxiety. I hadn't realised I was gnawing at my nails now until Louis grabbed my hand away from my face and took it in his own once we finally arrived in his drive away.

He seemed to rush to my side to open the door for me and I smiled up at him, kissing his cheek and letting him lead me to the front door.

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We had set pillows and blankets on a mattress on the floor of his lounge room as I threw packets of lollies and snacks on top of him.

He was being lazy, laying down and leaning on his elbow, scrolling through his phone as he waited for me to make popcorn.

"Hey when do you have work next?" I asked, standing above him.

"Don't know, I think Hailey and Flynn are taking care of the cafe and one of them will just call me in when they need me," he shrugged, I nodded and headed back into the kitchen.

I propped the bag of popcorn on the bench before opening the microwave and placing it inside, setting the clock for 3 minutes.

I felt a presence behind me, and from the way the putrid smell radiated off the figure, I could tell it wasn't Louis.

"Who are you." I muttered quietly, scared to turn around.

"The devil," the voice wasn't deep but sounded like they were in the middle of puberty which made me try and hold back my laughter at them trying to be threatening. I slowly turn around but I knew my face was pale when my eyes met their pearly white sockets.

In front of me was someone kind of like Lacey. Except not Lacey. Their body was more vivid, skin showing through the black outfit they wore in contrast to their ghostly white skin and bright white eyes, much brighter than their skin which drew my eyes to meet-

To meet well, whatever you'd call their eyes.

Their hair was spiked upwards, tinged a darker blue compared to their skin.

"The devil?" I asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. When I met the devil, I was definitely not expecting some 20 year old looking ghost who sounded like a 16 year old boy.