All for A Friend

      If only life did not hold such horrors, maybe none of this would have happened. But the world is a ugly place which turns people mad. The only ones unaffected by this madness is someone who is pure. No matter what troubles they come through they stay pure. Yet is someone truly pure when they accidentally sell their soul to the devil?                                                     Anastasia Warner was a goddess. Her stunning, bright, long, and wavy red hair with her bright blue eyes that resemble the ocean. A cute button nose with a thin smile, one that she rarely used. Her classmates treat her like the gum stuck on the bottom of their shoe. She was stronger than the words thrown at her but her facade was cracking. She would smile through the pain and tried not to care. Yet somehow, at night she found herself a mess on the bed wishing she had a friend. That night was the first night I set my eyes on her beauty. The night I never realized I would fall in love with a mortal. But she was there and she uttered the words that made her mine.                                                                                                                                                   Why me? I never did anything to anyone in these four walls. No one even spent the time to know me. Me i'm nothing special I have dull blue eyes that hold no shine and red knotty hair that makes me look like a freak. I guess I know why no one ever wanted to get to know me. I don't understand how that would make everyone target me, but it did. I wish at least someone did, but reality and my fantasy are two different ideas. The bullies came up to me and tried to crack me but I wouldn't let them get me down. I was stronger than them, it's not their fault they are like this. They must have a sad story and maybe they believe that they need to fit into society. Society is a joke. You either have to be the blonde, skinny, cheerleader like all those movies. Or the football jock that every girl wants. I don't see why tho, their brains are smaller than a chipmunks and they never treat anyone right. My novels tell me about all these wonderful men around the world that simply don't exist. No one now knows what it means to be loyal or honest. It shows that most of the world is an ugly place, but I don't mind who needs reality when you can sink yourself in a good book.                                                                                         No one here has morals this is where they send all the ugliness in the world. It gets boring my daily job. I have to make sure everything is set up and I go up to Earth when I am summoned with simple words, but those words change people. I hate what I am, I wish it wasn't. When someone sells me their soul they will never get it back. I see brilliant and talented people turn. I have seen those who have been pure be tainted with sin. But i'm not supposed to care they say. I wish someone knew how I felt but here a friend will never happen, I have simple orders I need to follow. Every Time I am summoned I hope that they don't turn, that they stay pure. But that never happens. Well until now.                                                                         I'm sitting at my favorite spot my feet dangling over the edge. This place is in an extremely difficult spot to find unless you knew it was here. It's an old deserted railroad track in air over the ocean being held up only by two cliffs. This track could drop anytime now, but fate will do with me what it wants. The eerie silence around me brings chills through my spine. The water splashes against the sharp rocks and the breeze runs through my hair. My old sweater doing nothing to help me against the cold, I sit there and ponder about life. I look up into the sky and hope that anyone will hear me. 

"Why can't I have one friend, I would even sell my soul just for one friend!" I shout at the sky. Silence.

 "I'll be your friend." I whip my head back to see the guy staring back at me coming closer with each step.

 "Who are you?" I sigh thankful I didn't stutter. 

"Call me Luke." He replied with a smile that send me chills. I knew I shouldn't trust him but I was out of options.