The Man Named Death ✔

CHAPTER 7: THE GLITTER

I'm impressed with myself, actually.

I managed to write this chapter being tired as hell and with a headache. It's shocking how I can find the motivation to write these chapters.

Oh, duh. You're here for the story.

Chapter 7: The Glitter

It's been a week since Demon's nightmare and luckily he is able to stay a month or two before having to go back for work and college.

The cafe is busy this afternoon, I'm waitressing while Joey and Polo are taking orders and making food along with one of the other minor workers. It was storming outside, heavy rain pelted down onto everything it could touch and people came into the cafe to seek shelter from its grasp.

Taking a look around the cafe I realize that Thanatos is sitting alone in his corner booth. I excuse myself after putting down a couple's food on their table before bounding up to Thanatos, whose dark eyes watch me the entire time. His hoodie looks slightly damp from the ran so I knew he hasn't been here long.

"Hey," I chirp. "What can I-"

"Would you look at that, the freak and the devil together. The freak is going to slit her wrists again and the devil is going to pummel someone, it's only a matter of time. So, who's going to kill someone first?" A bitter voice sneers from behind us.

My whole body tenses and I flinch slightly at the mention of me slitting my wrists. I never cut myself or purposely just myself but that didn't mean I wasn't ever suicidal.

I've wanted to kill myself before. Many times, with my experience who wouldn't?

But I didn't hurt myself, Damon always stopped be before it got too bad.

I turn to face Lidia, a shallow bully from the high school both Thanatos and I went to.

I think it was her mission to make my life hell. I can handle it if she wants to pick on me again but not Thanatos.

I start forward to literally drag her out of my cafe but one of Thanatos' strong hands wrap around my wrist making my heart pick up drastically. I don't move his hand but I do stop walking to just stare at her.

"Aren't you a little too old to be doing this?" I ask, my eyes locking onto her blue ones.

She's wearing a dress that hugs everything, it honestly looks like something a stripper would wear but if I squint at least maybe she could be attractive.

Nope, not even then.

Wasn't she cold, being out in this weather is a dress that shows that much skin?

"I am never old enough to point out the insane and the evil." The smirk is evident in her voice and it makes me glare straight at her.

"He isn't evil but me? I am insane," I stare at her coldly. "So why don't you run along before this very nice person next to me lets me rip your hair extensions out."

"You wouldn't hurt me." She scoffs. I tilt my head to the side with a mocking smile.

"I wouldn't?" I giggle. "The voices in my head tell me I would. In fact, I want to, have wanted to since high school. I'm a freak, right? I'm insane. Crazy. A weirdo. You just love to pick on weirdos, which is fine because it's just little... crazy... me..." I bounce oddly in my spot before glaring at her harshly and she takes a step back. "But don't mess with my people because I am absolutely crazy enough to take you down and get away with it. You asked who's going to kill someone first, it's going to be me and the dead one is going to be you."