Not In A Way That Matters

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Warning: Suicide triggers, mentions of heroin overdosing.
(But don't worry, it all ends well.)

            "Your country is crumbling, and your planet is dying, Kitty Kat." the demon reminded her, dangling his legs off the counter.  

            "I'm not doing it," Kitty huffed. 

            "There's a good chance you'll die prematurely already. Why not do it peacefully by your own hands?" he pressed. 

            Kitty crossed her arms. "I'm not committing suicide, Damien."

            "Hell really isn't that bad," Damien insisted, "I know it's chalked up to be some torturous place, but Earth is way shittier."

            "Damien, stop," she ordered. 

            "Oh come on, Kitty Kat. You lost your job, and you're all alone. You have no touch to family, and you distance yourself from friends until they grow to resent you. Do you really want to keep living?" he challenged. 

            She shrugged. "I'm looking for a new job, and I'll be fine for a bit until I get one. I don't want any touch with my crackhead family. And I have plenty of friends." 

            "Seriously, Kitty Kat? Are you really gonna be fine for more than a week without an income? Don't you miss at least having that adopted family? Ya know...before they abandoned you too for killing their kid. And as far as friends go, sure you have acquaintances, but would they let you stay on their couch if you couldn't get a job?" He laughed. "Would they give a shit if you died?"

            "I-I don't know." Her lip trembled. "B-but I didn't kill Evelyn. She overdosed on heroin. Just because my parents were crackheads doesn't mean I was too. I never gave her it. I wasn't even there when she died."

          "Maybe if she would've made a decent friend growing up instead of the crackhead's kid, she wouldn't have even touched heroin," he considered. 

          "You're just a nagging personification of all my wild insecurities. You're not even real." she mumbled.

          He hopped off the counter and grabbed her chin. "I'm very real."

          She smiled as a tear fell down her face. "Not in a way that matters."

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