Dear Devil

Prologue

They say you never know what you have until it's gone, and they weren't lying. We tend to take things for granted, not looking at what we have, but at what we don't. Most would want to define it as living in the moment. Stop stressing for a second. Stop worrying, overanalyzing and thinking. Take a break. Life doesn't seem to keen on handing me one.

He was my everything. He saved me from hell and brought me back to Earth. He washed me of my sins and returned me to my pedestal. But even the people with the best of intentions. The ones who tear us from the clutches of our misery are not perfect.

I once knew someone who was supposed to protect his daughter with his life. He lost himself to a battle with the bottle. His pain was too much for him to handle, so he turned to inflict it on others. Onto his very own daughter. She took it because she believed that she deserved it.

But that all changed once her angel came into the picture. He swooped her off her feet and changed her life for the better. He was her home, and she was his. They were soulmates in a sense, saving each other from the very world that appeared to be falling apart at the seams. They were the pure essence of love, but that was what she thought.

She had suffered so much she couldn't recognize her pain anymore. But she loved him anyway. She knew that there was no such thing as true love. She had let the devil trick her once more, falling into another one of his horrid traps. She was his puppet, after all.

The devil revelled in the sight of people's pain.

He tore her of her angel. He left her vulnerable to his demons once more. She was a fool to let him play her.

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She watched as they rolled his body into the room on a stretcher. She wanted to believe that this wasn't the end. But all good things must come to an end.

She watched, glassy-eyed, as they pressed the paddles onto his chest. She watched as his body surged from the volt of electricity shot through him. Yet still, no signs of life were evident.

She felt emotionless, inhumane even. Even though she could feel the overwhelming emotions flowing into her, she did not shed a single tear. The urge to cry was more persistent than ever, but her waterworks seemed to have frozen in time. She felt so much, but nothing at all. She had become numb.

Again and again, they tried to revive her angel, despite it having left his eyes long ago.The medical team all looked up at once, giving each other a sad nod, and looked over in her direction. One of the staff finally worked up the courage to approach her.

"I'm sorry for your loss," were the words that broke her one final time.

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