I can’t walk in the night alone since the week after I got back here in Manhattan. After I get off from work, Dan’s been picking me up. My sets are Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so I get rests during Saturdays and Sundays and the days in between. I’m just usually found inside the apartment, not going anywhere, except when Maia visits. But still. Dan told me I should get out, get drunk during the night with my co-workers. I said I don’t want to.
I’ve been lying.
There is nothing I don’t want doing that will make me somehow forget about Simon, but after that night I saw a man looking at me at the bar, I knew that I would never get the chance to bring back my normal life again. He’s a Demon, alright, dressed as a businessman in his sleek American suit. Of course my co-workers can’t see him. They also can’t see me going rigid and afraid. I called Dan immediately that night to pick me up but I didn’t tell him the reason. He would freak out and then things would go out the way and…I just don’t want to be a burden again.
Not to mention that I see Demons almost everyday. I know it’s no coincidence. I know they have their reason. But whatever that is, I’m still lucky because they’re not attacking. Everytime I see one, I keep waiting for them to do something, to do the deed and kill me. But no, they just stand there and watch and it’s scaring the hell out of me.
So I end up spending most of my time alone in the apartment, or at the bookstore or at the café during the mornings. It’s weird but I’m kind of getting used to seeing them.
I am currently sitting at the sofa and reading Stephen King’s Carrie when Dan and Maia came in. They don’t look like they were hunting, which is good. It means they still don’t know I’m being followed by Demons.
“How you’ve been, sister mine?” Dan asked, throwing his motorcycle keys at a table.
I raised the book.
“Ah, reading again. You know you should get your life back, you know you can.”
I closed the book loudly and then turned to Dan. He knows Maia’s here. I don’t want to make it obvious that I’m not doing well even though I know she knows it. “Could you excuse me for a bit? I’d just leave and lock myself into my royal bedchamber to grow my hair long and then wait for my own Flynn Rider.”
I stood up and walked to my room hearing Dan laughing and Maia asking “Who’s Flynn Rider?”
I put the book on my side table once I’m at my room and plopped down the bed. I’m pretty sure by now Maia thinks I don’t want her around, or any of them. I just…I’m miserable at best and it’s not that I don’t want to be around them. I just don’t want to be reminded of anything about Simon.
I love him, but I hate him at the same time and it’s such a complicated thing that complicates my life.
I took my pillow and covered my face. And then I screamed. Before I knew it, I was crying.
God, I never thought a guy could reduce me into this pathetic crying idiot.
I fell asleep and woke up just in time to hear my phone ringing. I reached for it on my nightstand and answered. “What.”
“Jesus!” exclaimed the girl on the other line. It was Amy, with her thick Australian accent.
I sighed rolling onto the cold side of the bed. Ah, this is better.
“Hello? Flo!”
“Still here,” I said, my voice still sleepy, not even bothering to open my eyes and check what time it is.
