ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 17 ❉

*U N E D I T E D*
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"Scarlett, you need to settle down." Janette's voice was calm, not once stern as she attempted to soothe the fire the burned in the pit of my stomach.

"Settle down?" I echoed rhetorically, laughing quietly for several moments until I shook my head violently. "For months, I have been trapped in this hell-hole, lying around like a useless piece of mistreated royalty while people in the real world are dying!" I protested, pacing up and down the length of my room. Janette stood by the door, nails digging into the hard wood as she listened. "Neither the Devil nor the damn Angel have had any use of me, so it is quite obvious my presence is unneeded! I don't understand, why won't they let me go?!" I shrieked suddenly, and that caused Janette to quiver and run one hand against her black and white outfit.

I sighed in exhaustion. Sleep was incapable of finding me in a span of an entire week. Nightmares would gnaw at me throughout the night, and I would wake up, sweat sticking to my neck while I panted helplessly. And in those moments, I felt like crying. However, it seemed impossible. I realised how crying had done me no good, and after days of holding back my desperate tears, I concluded that it made me weaker, so crying would be useless.

"You know, Scarlett, sometimes people cry," Janette stated quietly, and even though my heavy pants drowned out her soft voice, I could hear every accent and every syllable she spoke.

"Not me," I murmured. "I appear a weakling when I cry. The Devil wouldn't care less if he found me, a sad girl lying on her bed while she drowns her sorrows and misery with her tears.

"But crying is not wrong," she inquired monotonously, but I could sense her sympathy.

"I've cried far too much these past few months. Don't you ever get irritated, watching the same girl cry over and over, with no clue what to do and how to help her?"

Janette sighed, closing her eyes, but that went as quickly as it came when she said: "No."

I whimpered and bit my lip to stop myself from losing my self control. I felt the need to scream. I needed to shout, and I was desperate to run away and hide. My hair would be the source of my anger, and I would pull on it when I locked myself up in my bedroom. I didn't care anymore when I would wake up with a headache and tear-stained pillows. Sleepless nights were normal for me, and the bags under my eyes almost became a part of me.

I had become a freak, but even then, Janette would handle me gently.

It was one day, where Janette had me sit on the chair in front of a large mirror with golden, engraved frames, that I finally felt like myself again. Her kind words and heart-warming smile would lift the heavy weight pressed against on my heart.

"You're a beautiful girl, you know that?" She asked me silkily, and I gazed up from my intertwined hands, only to meet her glistening eyes. Light creases were lined next to them, and although she appeared flawless, a dream, I could tell she was exhausted.

I shook my head at her statement. "No, I don't know that." She stopped brushing my hair with her fingers. "But you're incredible, Janette."

She laughed. "Sweetheart, as a woman in her late twenties, working day and night with rarely any sleep for a demon with no standards, I don't think that's possible."

But it is possible.

I remained silent, and placed my hands on the dresser in front of me as I stared at my painted blue nails. I never once had a manicure before. My family never had the money. Things like this were rare in the destroyed town I lived in, so it was strange, to see myself as dolled up as this.