Everyone Needs Help

2 Year Mark

Looking back on it, I realized that the day I was offered my soul back marked 2 years since the deal. If Satan hadn't paid me a house call I'd have 4 years left. Not too shabby when I was told I wouldn't survive one.

You see, doctors often tell you things in a strange manner. They tell you you have cancer or some rare disease and you begin to think "Ok well how do we fix this?" Because now you are in need of something. Sometimes you're just told to live with it, and sometimes you're told that wont be possible for a long time, if at all. They unknowingly plant hope that you'll solve this problem, and then squash that hope.

Needless to say, I didn't get good news.

I wished it away, probably thinking that 10 years was better than a few months and not giving a single thought to what happens when I do die. I probably never thought about the fact that I was actually soulless either, since technically I wasn't my own anymore.

That day, I had walked into school as I always had. A dumb t-shirt and a dumb outlook on life. I'd joined my group of friends that weren't as great friends as some other people could have been, but at 17 you don't think about those things. At least, I didn't. I went to class and wore headphones that were probably the reason my hearing wasn't very good. They blasted my music at the insanely high volume I told them to instead of realizing I was dumb and needed to hear the lectures.

I wasn't a bad student though. I turned in most of my work and managed to get passing grades. My parents and teachers never expected much and I never delivered more than what was absolutely necessary. It worked out for everyone. Although in hindsight, my parents would have probably been fine with me failing just because I was still alive. I wonder if they'd approve of my methods.

I followed the same routine for 3 days of the week until that fateful day in April. Both of my parents worked nearly 24 hours of the day, and so I was left to my own devices. Usually that meant doing some homework, eating, and then watching some show, but the universe couldn't leave me alone.

*two very loud knocks*

I peered through the peephole on the door and saw a girl about my age, standing there with curly black hair a bit shorter than my blue. My attention was drawn to it because she seemed mad that the wind kept blowing it in her hair.

I cracked open the door and stepped out, "Hi"

"Hi. Listen, this isn't a conversation to be had outside, but I'm here to offer you your soul back, in return for a favor."

Fortunately I was a semi-smart kid and understood that this was the being I had hoped not to see again. However, 17-year-old female satan was much more pleasing to the eye than middle- aged male satan had been.

AN:

I won't be updating with long chapters but I will update pretty frequently.

Also right now satans name will be either Avery, Quinn, or Luce, because it would be weird to keep calling them satan or the devil or lucifer.
-Loser