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Hallucinations

I dreamt of the devil.

He didn't have horns or a pointed red tail, he looked as normal as a regular human man appeared, but it was clear he was a demon, or in this case a fallen angel. He taunted and tormented me. He cursed and tried to make me believe in the lies which spilled from his mouth. It wasn't all the time, I knew that, but it felt as though I never had anytime alone. He spoke in a calm voice no matter how angry he was. He was also sitting on my bed.

"Good morning!" He cheered. I noticed he was reading a book; I think it was something about cooking humans, but what else would it be, he constantly threatens to eat me. I ignored him and walked over to my desk. "Oh, are you trying to ignore me again? That's okay. You'll talk to me eventually, you always do." He wasn't wrong. Still, I tried to disregard his presents, I took out a notebook and jotted down the days events. I had a diary and the devil knew about it. "You're writing! Good! I love the juicy details. Did that hottie David talk to you?" He knew the answer. He knew everything. He was inside of my head. I closed the notebook and looked at him. "Well this is a turn of events," he spoke, "I thought I was being ignored." I stood up and shoved past him. "That hurt!" He yelled from behind me. I went downstairs, no one followed me, which was a relief. I heaved a sigh and went to the refrigerator. I grabbed a can of soda and sauntered over to the living room.

As soon as I stepped into the room fire appeared out of nowhere; it licked the walls and the television turned on and a kid cartoon came on. "Is this getting your attention?" A deep voice quipped. I whipped around and saw Lucifer. He hated the term "devil" and "satan" which is why I called him that to his face. "Do you feel the heat?" He asked. I tried to get out of the room, but when I turned there was a wall blocking what used to be a doorway. I pounded on it. "That's not going to work." He popped up beside me. The fire started to climb up the walls, so I scrambled to the middle of the room.

"This isn't real." I told myself.

"Of course it is," he spoke, "what else would it be?" He put his hand over his heart. "Oh, wait, are you calling me fake? Am I fake now?" He put on an aghast face. Suddenly he was right next to my face, I fell to the ground, and he came down on top of me. "Is this real!" He yelled as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "Your stuck with me." He laughed. "Come on, let me inside that insane little mind." He grabbed my head and I tried to push him off.

"This isn't real!" I yelled. "You're not real!" He slammed me to the ground, the air got knocked from my lungs. I started coughing, and suddenly I felt fluid come up my throat.

"Is that real?" He asked. "Can you not feel yourself drowning?" I went on my hands and knees, and started spewing blood onto the floor. He bent down my face. "Is that not your blood?" I shook my head. It couldn't be. The devil doesn't exist, he isn't real, this isn't real, it can't be. There was a ringing, it pounded, over and over, then it stopped. I tried to crawl away, but my coughing and the fire prevented most of my movement. "Do you hear that?" Lucifer asked. My garage was opening, I think the ringing was the doorbell, but the crackling of burning wood made every other noise hard to hear. "I let you go, but don't dismiss me again." The fire was gone and I was able to breath.

I heard my mother walk in, quickly I stood up and calmed myself. She was carrying a shopping bag when she came into the room. "Ah, Lilly, you spilled soda." She sounded annoyed. I shook my head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess it happened while I wasn't looking." I went to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel then wet it.

"It's fine, it's fine, at least it wasn't on the carpet, just make sure it doesn't feel sticky after you clean it up." My mom told me.

"Oops, did I make you do that?" Lucifer came out of no where, I looked up, but then looked away before my mom caught my wandering eyes. "Back to ignoring I see." I began to clean up the mess. Suddenly a flash of flames crossed my vision, I jumped back, but the fire was already gone. Luckily my mother didn't notice. "Oh I see, it's your mom." He strolled over to her, she was putting away groceries while she was on the phone. Lucifer started screaming as loud as he could, I clenched my teeth and held back objections. He waved his hand in front of my moms face. "At least she has a good reason for ignoring me." He turned back to me. I grabbed the wet paper towel and threw it away.

"Oh, Lil, can you go get the rest of the bags from the trunk?" My mom asked me. I nodded my head and went out into the garage.

Insects littered the floor. I paused for a moment. "Oh right, isn't this one of your fears? Well, other than being burned to death, and drowning of course." I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I felt the small creatures being crushed under my foot.

"This isn't real." I whispered to myself. Suddenly Lucifer came up next to my face, spiders were crawling on his face, he plucked one off and threw it at me. I gave a shriek and ran foward. He started laughing.

"Right, none of this is real." He said sarcastically. "I sense that from your reaction."

"Lily, are you alright in there, I heard you scream." My mom yelled from the door.

"Yeah, yeah, I just saw a spider." I yelled back, going to the trunk of the car.

"Oh, okay. Well get the groceries please." I told her I would. I grabbed two bags of food and various items in each hand, then I closed the trunk with my elbow and walked back inside.

My mother thanked me and started to unpack. I asked if she need anything else, she told me no and said I could watch T.V. I avoided the living room and stepped back outside. It was warm outside, which was okay considering I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Lucifer seemed to be dying however. "It feels like hell!" He screamed. He fell to the ground and spread his limbs. "It feels worse than hell!" I smiled. Sometimes satan could be beyond annoying, other times he could actually be a little bit funny. Although I might just be enjoying his suffering, lord knows he enjoys mine. "I made you smile," he jumped up and went on his hand and the tips of his feet with his back arched. He looked like a jungle cat before it attacks. "That means you see me. I know you see me. Just talk to me!" He whined the last part in a loud tone. I glared at him.

"People will think I'm crazy." I mutter. He appeared in front of me, a huge grin was spread across his face, and his eyes were wide with excitement.

"That's because you are crazy. Inane, actually. I mean you are becoming friends with the devil." I backed away and looked around. No one was there.

"We," I snarled, "are not friends." He held his hand to his lips and gasped.

"That hurts, honestly. I can't believe you'd treat a person-"

"You're not real." He rolled his eyes and stepped away from me.

"I am real. If you want to know what's not real then look at your life." He spread his arms out showing off the area around him. "You've been living a lie, honey. You're dead." I turned away. He's told this lie before. It's not true...it can't be. I started to go inside. "Oh, don't be like that. Come on." I ignored him again. "It's not my fault you're dead." I opened my door and slammed it closed.

Only Lucifer was there again.