I Sold my Body to The Devil for You || An Ollin Fanfiction

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(In later chapters, stuff will go down..)

"All-powerful God, pardon all the sins of your unworthy servant. Give me constant faith and power so that, armed with the power of Your holy strength, I will attack this cruel evil spirit in confidence and security!" Screamed Father Patric.

He was throwing Holy water at me, wanting the demon inside me leave my body.

I, on the other hand, was on a bed, in a room, shaking like fucking crazy. My eyes rolled back and my mouth full of foam. Somehow saying random Latin words out loud.

People were holding me down, not wanting me to escape. Screaming was part of this too, mostly all coming from me.

"I exorcise you, Most Unclean Spirit! All Spirits! Everyone of you! In the name of Our Lord Jesus Christ: Be unprooted and expelled from This Creature of God!"

Father Patric was trying his best, reading from the bible in his hand, and throwing Holy water at me.

I never really knew everything will go down hill when I made that deal.

He made the sign of the cross in my forehead, meaning he was starting to end it.

"Go away, Seducer! The desert in your home. The serpent in your dwelling. Be humiliated and cast down. For even though you deceived men, you cannot make a mockery of God... He has separated Hell for you and your angels!"

Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out. I don't know what happened after that, but I do know what happened before that.

My name is Oliver Sykes, I was living a happy life with my beautiful fiancé Hannah Snowdon. We were living together in our small 2 story house in the UK. I loved her as much as she loved me.

Well, I thought we did, until we never got married because of me. I started to get distant from her. Hannah will always tell me if I was okay, I would just respond with "I'm fine. Just tired mate..". Which was always a fucking lie. My drug addiction also started getting in the way. She sometimes came to our room, seeing me snort ketamine, a drug that looks like cocaine, and start screaming at me asking why I never listen to her. Meaning her saying go to therapy or talk to her about my addiction. I keep saying that I don't want to do any of that shit. But in reality, I did want to. I was just to afraid. Why? I don't know.

But my addiction was getting worse. Mostly me resulting to an overdose. Which leads to Hannah taking me to the hospital and the doctors cleaning me up. She was always afraid of me dying, but told her not to and I didn't really care about dying. After I leave the hospital, I go back to doing it, like I said, I didn't care if I overdosed. Cause I know I will go to the hospital, come back, and do it all over again.

She then said that she had enough of me. At firsts didn't understand her, what did she mean?

"I mean that I'm leaving you!" Hannah yelled at me. My eyes widened.

"I can't stand it anymore! I always try to help you! You never let me in! I thought we were going to help each other with every problem we had! But I see you don't want to cooperate with me! So I'm leaving you!" She already had her bags packet up, only picking them up from the floor.

"Goodbye Oliver.." Was the last thing she said before she left the house. It was silent. I just sat there, in the couch, motionless. Trying to progress what just happened.

I still hear you in this house (whispering).
I still feel you in my bones (in these veins).
And like the portraits in the halls (can't help but think),
I wish you were staring back at me (but you're gone).

What's worse is that Hannah threw her engagement ring before she left.

I stood from up and walked to were the ring landed. I went down on my knees, slowly getting the ring. It was now in the palm of my hand, not knowing what to do now. The love of my life just left me. The one that was always there for me, and pushed away because I didn't wanted help.

I squeezed the ring and threw in to the other side on the living room, not caring where it lands. It was all my fault, and I knew it..

For the rest of the day, I stayed there, not wanting to move. I then started to cry, hard. Hiding my face from no one, but I still did. I always whipped my eyes but the tears were still coming.

The next day I woke up on the floor. I never realized I feel asleep, but with all these emotions, I can't feel anything. I was numb, and I wasn't even on my drug.

I stood up and decided to snort some ketamine, since it popped in my head. And I did, a lot of it. The pain never went away, but I still felt numb.

As days passed, snorting ketamine was the only thing I did. I did ate, but not a lot. The ketamine did work sometimes, resulting in me having an overdose. But when I woke up, I was fine again.

But then I started to worry that I might die, since I snort it almost everyday. Sometimes I thought I didn't care because I wanted to die, but then I keep remembering about the people I will never see again.

But who is special? Was the real question.

No one that I talk to knows that me and Hannah are threw. Because I'm to tired of life right now.

Until one of my best friends, Kellin, texted me.

Kellin: Hey, you haven't responded to my texts! What's wrong?! Please texts me back when you see this. I wanna talk if something wrong.

Kellin was right, he always texted me and I never answered him. Like I said, I'm tired of life and don't want any contact with anyone.

I was deciding on texting him back, since Kellin is one of my best friends. I was looking at my phone and slowly picked it up. Sitting up on my bed, I texted back.

Me: Yeah, I'm fine.

I put my phone back where it was before. I pulled my legs onto my chest and laid my head in my legs. I was waiting for a while until he texted back.

Kellin: You finally answer! Why did you take so long to text me back? I was worrying about you!

He was worried about me? I chuckled at that. Surely he was lying.

Me: You worried about me?

I wasn't planning on telling him that, but I don't want to tell him about Hannah.

Kellin: Yes! You're one of my best friends! Why wouldn't I worry about you?

I didn't knew how to answer that. I really didn't.

Me: I don't know. But I'm fine, so don't worry about me.

Kellin: So how is Hannah? Is she doing okay?

Shit. I knew at some point he was going to bring her in.

Me: She's fine..

Kellin: Oh okay, I was wondering when the is the wedding? So I can go over there and maybe bring some friends to celebrate your special day. :)

He's making this shit much worse.. I really need to tell him about Hannah so he can shut the fuck up about her.

Me: It's canceled. The wedding's off.

I wasn't being mean to him, but I was mad at him.

Kellin: Why???!!!! I was so ready to go!!!

Me: She couldn't stand me anymore man.. She always wanted to help me with my drug addiction, but I always pushed her away..

Then I remembered something that I forgot not to tell him..

Kellin: Wait...you have a drug addiction?!

I didn't respond after that, I forgot that Kellin never knew about my addiction.

But almost every second, a text showed up. All of them from him. Mostly saying to text him back and why I never told him about that.

I ignored him, going to sleep with nothing in my mind...