Sympathy For the Devil

24

Bennett stood at the door wearing a gray Lincoln prep t-shirt, a maroon sweatshirt, and jeans. He looked uncomfortable as his hands were tucked in his jean pockets. Killian propped himself on the bed and let out a relaxed yawn, clearly amused with himself.

I stood in the middle of Killian's room. Unsure of where to go, I remained planted in the middle of the room like an idiot. My feet sunk into the black carpet.

"Hey," Bennett said awkwardly from the ajar door. "I brought some clothes for Ellie." Bennett held up a large plastic bag in defeat.

"Cool. Now she doesn't have to raid the lost and found for decent or indecent clothing." Killian did a once over of my questionable outfit that he had picked out for me. His brow tipped up at my loss of words.

I held my hands over my chest as I grabbed at the bag that was held in waved suspension. "Thanks," I spoke under my breath.

Bennett just nodded.

I grabbed a gray shirt out. "Are you the school's spokesperson now?" I questioned as I held up a wrinkled Lincoln Prep shirt.

"I figured you might want one eventually. You did go to school there, after all."

I bleakly set the shirt down inside the bag as I grabbed other clothes that were more my speed. There were a few t-shirts, sweatshirts, a couple pairs of pants, socks, and one pair of converse.

A necklace shook loose form one of the pant legs that I took out of the bag.

My mom's necklace.

"I found that back at Josh's place. I figured it was yours and that you would want it back." Bennett spoke as he eyed the necklace that was in my cold dead hands.

I frowned at the necklace as I set it back inside the bag.

"It was my mother's. I don't want it." I shook my head vehemently.

Bennett didn't argue, he just reached into the bag and took back the necklace, slipping it into his back pocket.

I hugged Bennett and expressed my thanks to him again as I went to go change in the room next door. My little apartment nook that was currently locked.

I trudged back to Killian. "Do your teleporty thing. My room is locked." I heaved a sigh.

"My teleporty thing?" Killian smirked and shook his head. "You just lost some major cool points from me."

He vanished from his bed and a few seconds later, my door was opened and my key emerged.

"Here weirdo," He spoke nonchalantly as he tossed me my keys. "And just so we're clear, you can also do the teleporty thing." His mouth formed into a cocky grin.

"Thanks," I grumbled as I trudged towards my room to change.

I shut the door behind me as I scattered the clothes from the bag onto the lacking bed.

I ultimately settled on jeans and a black t-shirt.

I tossed on the faded pair of blue jeans and a baggy black t-shirt that fit loosely over my frame. It hid my frame completely.

The baggy clothes swallowed me whole as I looked in the mirror.

A few raps on the door forced me away from the mirror. The mirror was too truthful an object right now. I can barely stomach looking at myself since the accident. Yet, I always find myself stealing quick glances at mirrors of my inhuman reflection.

I swung the door open. "I look like a clown." I spoke as I held up my arms and my pants nearly fell down, exposing all that was beneath the jean fabric. I quickly bunched the pants up in my fists before Bennett got the show he probably always wanted.