The Depressions Of Angel Dust

•Chapter 2•

~Husk POV~

I sat there for an hour listening to him cry and tell me everything. I always thought that he was just a slut who didn't give two shits about anything or anyone. The famous pornstar Angel Dust was sitting in front of me crying.

That fucker was more depressed than anyone I've ever met. Well, give or take. I'm being a bit extra but he is extremely depressed. He puts his head down on the counter top for a breathing break like he did every now and then. All of a sudden he stops crying. I tap on him to make sure that bitch isn't dead, well, dead again.

I get no response so I then shake him. Still no response. I check for a heartbeat and it's there. Okay, he's one of the few demons with a heartbeat. Good to know for next time. The bitch just passed out. I know damn well there's more to this story then what he told me. I pick him up and take him to my room. I didn't know where his was so I took him to mine instead.

I set him down on the bed and put a blanket over him. I take out my journal and start to write about what happened. After I finish writing I sigh and look at Angel. He was crying in his sleep. I lay down next to him and face away from him. After a few minutes of thinking sleep finally engulfs me.

~Angel's POV~

I woke up and blinked a few times so my eyes could adjust to the light. I sat up and all of a sudden my head starts pounding. It hurt so damn bad. The hell happened yesterday? I look around and notice I'm not in my room. I hear the door open and look at who it is. It's Husk.

"Hey. You're finally awake. You drank pretty hard yesterday and I didn't know where your room was so I brought ya here." He hands me a plate that has breakfast on it and sits next to me. I was gunna say something but he spoke before anything came out.

"If you're wondering, no, we didn't have sex." He was acting weird. I might not know the guy but, from our previous interactions, he hates me. Why would he bring me to his room and even give me breakfast? "What happened yesterday? All I remember is coming back from work then sitting down and drinking. Everything after that is a blur."

He looks at me then looks back at his food. "You seriously don't remember? Eh, makes sense. You started crying and then going on about shit. Tell me Angel, do you think you have depression?" I sat there in shock. I got drunk and broke down in front of him. A billion questions started going through my head.

How much did I tell him? What did I tell him? Will he tell anyone? What if he humiliates me by telling everyone? Will he blackmail me? My thoughts were caught off by a hand being placed on my shoulder. I flinch and look at Husk. "I won't tell anyone. I promise. You didn't answer my question, though."

He's right, I didn't. I shake my head and look down, trying to avoid eye contact. I get bouts of sadness but depression is not me. I'm not that severely damaged. I'm not damaged, period. I'm fine. He lets out a skeptical "Mhm." then goes back to eating his breakfast. I start to eat mine then, after a few minutes, I finish.

After I'm done, he takes the plate from me. "I'll take this downstairs and wash it. You go get ready for the day." We both head to the door and I open it. I walk out and bump into Alastor. "Angel! Just the fellow I'm looking for. I need to talk to you." I move out the way then I let Husk through.

I hear Al mumble an 'I'm not even gunna ask'. "Can we talk later? I need to get ready first and then I'm ready to talk." He nods then walks away. I head to my personal room and get ready.
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I make my way downstairs and am greeted by Charlie. I say hi back and go to Alastor who is waiting for me. "There are a few things I would like to talk about with you. I would also like to take a stroll around outside so, if it's not too much to ask, would it be okay for us to walk around together and talk?"

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(Hey! Future me here. I slightly changed this chapter. Before, Angel admitted that he had depression. Which, I feel like he wouldn't. He doesn't want to accept the reality of things and, right now, he's in his denial phase. So, instead of admitting that he has it like before, he denies it which Husk doesn't believe. I also changed Al calling Husk his name to calling him Husker like he does.)