Save Me

04

Peaceful.

Demons never longed for peace, not even once. In fact, they seek chaos. When humans were in the state of panic and violence, they became miserable and being miserable led to desperation.

Desperation was the devil's favorite word. It was their cue to offer diabolical favors just to steal a person's soul.

However, the devil realized that at this very moment, what he longed was tranquility. He badly wanted to remain at peace as he stared at your sleeping figure.

'She looks like an angel when she's sleeping.' The devil let out a sigh.

It had been exactly ten hours since you tried drowning yourself. The devil felt it too. It was as though the water was suffocating him even though he wasn't in the pool when that was happening.

Admittedly, he was sharing a kiss filled with lust with Joo-hyun that time.

The devil didn't really have any intention to be intimate with Doctor Bae. He was the devil of the death, not of lust. The only reason why he flirted with her was because he was aware that you hated Joo-hyun's guts.

The devil wanted to divert your emotion into something new. He wanted you to feel anger instead of guilt and hopelessness. If you were angry, you wouldn't have to think about dying since you would want to stay alive so you could get back at Joo-hyun—so you could win against your greatest enemy.

Unfortunately, his plan failed. It only triggered the guilt you were trying so hard to escape.

"M-Mommy,"

The devil's lips protruded when you suddenly groaned. You tossed and turned, causing the devil to be uneasy. He hated it when you're awake.

"Mommy..." You repeated, eyes still closed, but your voice became louder.

The devil ran his tongue on his lower lip.

He realized that you were really the living version of a Barbie doll. You're whiny, just like them. Even when you were asleep, you were still a drama queen.

The devil slouched on your purple chesterfield couch that's placed at the footboard of the bed. He did not want to get used to this comfortable chair, but ah. It felt comfortable to be here.

"Mommy! Please!" You abruptly sat on the bed, eyes dilating while catching your breath.

You had a nightmare. It was about your mom dying. It made your heart hurt. There was this kind of pain that would never go away, the type of pain that's always insufferable. Thank heavens you're awake now—somehow ending it.

"Morning, Barbie."

Or not.

Your heart felt like it's about to explode when you saw the devil inside your room. His tail was back and it's wagging again.

You wanted to scream—to ask him to leave, though you knew that it would just be futile.

You learned your lesson. The devil would not leave you alone no matter how many times you pushed him away. This being the case, you decided to just stay calm and ask him questions.

You needed answers. You wanted them since last night.

Last night... Right.

"How'd I get in here?" You winced as you scanned your body. You were still wearing the red dress from last night.

"Oh," your scowl deepened upon touching your stab wound. Memories from last night came back like wave, drowning you again. This time, it wasn't with water.