Sympathy For the Devil

15

"Bennett. My grandmother drives faster than this. Mind speeding it up?" I tampered with his radio anxiously as I feared the drive might take too long and Josh would be dead when we arrive. Only an hour left. That's cutting it extremely close.

I didn't know how I knew where to go, but I did. I told Bennett the address and everything. We had to head all the way to Long Island. I knew Josh's parents had money so it didn't shock me that he would spend his weekends in a beach house there. I just hope we could make it in time. 

I know he took advantage of me, but no one deserves to die in that fashion. No one deserves to die alone, either. No matter who they are and what they have done.

"The speed limit is 35. It's not suggestive, Elle. And-"

Killian, who is seatbeltless, jerked forward to butt into our not-so-private conversation and said through gritted teeth, "If you mention anything along the lines of scratched upholstery or fender bender, I will jump out of this moving vehicle. Don't tempt me." After saying his piece, Killian curled up in his seat overtaken by exhaustion. His legs jutted out and sprawled over Charlie's lap. Charlie shot Killian a look, but ultimately relented and allowed Killian to sleep on him for the rest of the drive as long as it shut Killian up.

"He has jumped out of my truck before. Twice, because once apparently wasn't enough. Sometimes it sucks that he's an immortal with a death wish."

"Because immortals can't die? So why try?" I asked but didn't expect an answer.

All that came out of the radio was white noise and tension-filled static. A nauseating sound as the signal was lost. Instead of focusing on the radio, I kept up the conversation with Bennett.

"Oh, we can die. Just not by human means. A cut or scrape here and there will heal rapidly, but if the wrong being gets their hands on you, let's just say don't get used to existing if you end up in a dangerous moronic situation. Hopefully other supernaturals like you. If not, say goodbye to your undead life." Killian spoke through an elongated yawn. "Being immortal doesn't mean you are incapable of expiring." Expiring sounds like a slap in the face. I hugged my knees to each other in the front seat. I haven't been very likable lately which could cause turmoil later. If living meant biting my tongue then so be it, but I would never be happy about it.

Noted.

"Oh. So this supernatural she-devil from the deadly vision can-" I began to speak.

"Rip you to shreds? Absolutely." Killian spoke completing my train of thought. His voice sounded at ease as he began lightly snoring in the backseat. The veil of being safe smashed to smithereens.

How Killian is able to sleep is beyond me right now. My nerves are too rattled. 

Bennett lightly squeezed my leg and mouthed 'You okay?' to me when we both knew I wasn't okay. I haven't been okay for quite a while. But rather than shaking my head, I nodded without thinking like a robot.

Luke or Lugh would always ask me the same question during our sessions and I got used to giving the simplistic nod rather than explaining that I am not okay. I'm still ashamed to not feel okay while people around the world are suffering at greater lengths than I ever have. I am too seismically small in the universe to feel that my desolation matters.

People like Malala are entitled to their feelings of melancholia. I can't imagine being shot to fight for the right to be properly educated under a strict corrupt leader who does not value women.

Sure, I have had days when I felt at home at school, but there are other days when I guiltily did not want to cope at school and I would find myself ditching even though I am fortunate enough to be able to attend school in the first place. Now I can never go to school again from the sounds of things.