The Devils On My Shoulders (WIP/UNFINISHED)

-Backstory- My Name Is Summers.

Dear Diary,
No that's not how it goes. At least that's not how I've thought it goes. I sighed, laying the journal back down on my bed and thus face planting against the warm silk sheets. It was the day before my 16th birthday. The day before I finally met my angel and my devil, the ones who would impact my life so much. Still not with my train of thought? Let me explain.
Here on Earth, Every person is born with a devil and an angel on their shoulder. They represent your regrets and happy memories, and help persuade you into making different choices. Kind of like in the movies, you know? But you don't just get to meet them whenever you want, which is kind of a pain but, they take around 15-16 years to develop, when most are maturing into young men and women.
Got it?
Cool.
But here I was, laying on my bed in the middle of the night, anticipating the arrival of my new-to-be 'friends.'
Will they even like me? Will I like them? I looked down at my hands, trying to focus on something else besides the devil and angel. I turned to look up at the blank canvas of a ceiling I had. All white, no scratches, paint, holes, or any marker stains or paint. I stayed like that for a while, just admiring the roof of my room. I grabbed my phone and plugged in my headset, sliding the headphones into each ear.
Lo-fi Hip hop channel to sleep to
Annddd- enter.
I watched the screen flood with different channels to listen to. I chose my favourite, by the channel Chilled Cow, weird name, I know right? But the beat and soft tempo of the songs always calmed me down, and most of the time put me to sleep.
And without a word, I was out like a light, where my dreams were filled with white and red, light blue and black, wings and horns, chains and halos, an angel and a devil.