You looked on with a worried look as Derek starred intently at the ground below him.
He lifted his head with an unreadable expression "You're a what?" He asks again, which seemed like the thousandth time that day.
"I'm a Pishacha" you answered as you messed with your fingers. The mood of the room shifting ,making it feel like you couldn't breath.
"What is that exactly?" Derek asked darkly as he looked anywhere but you.
" Derek stop. You know exactly what that is." You whimpered out as small tears leaked from your eyes. You knew that he understood fully of what you are and he was just going to make you say it.
"No. I want you to say it yourself!" He shouted as he stood up and hooked his arms across his chest while giving you a glare.
"Please" you whispered as your tears turned into sobs. "What the hell are you!" He repeated again.
" I'm a flesh eating demon. A monster" you mumbled as you looked into Derek's eyes.
In his eyes held grief, confusion, and anger. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but closed it at the last second,and he walked off. Out of the room and out of my life.
The only sounds heard in the loft was my sobs and the door slam shut.
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None of it was worth it. The sorrow, the grief, the hatred. None of it was going to turn into something beautiful, something happy. So why deal with it?
You looked at the bucket of holy water with a sad expression. You were finally going to end it all, no more suffering.
Just as you dipped your hand in the holy water and you could feel the familiar burn it was yanked out and you were enclosed into a hug. A familiar warmth spread across your body, as you let out all that you have felt these last few days.
Derek looked at you with his own tears as he hugged you with all his might, smoothing your hair down as he did so.
" I'm so sorry" Derek repeated over and over again .
