Yes! I'm dead. Or so I hope. I want to die anyway, so it works out perfectly. I open my eyes; I'm on a couch. My environment unfamiliar, wow… death feels so real? I sit up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," It's Demon. Fuck even he's in my death. Oh...? that's right, he would have died too. Where are we then? I was hoping I wouldn't see him when I die… I suddenly feel anger inside me. He said he would get us out of that room! The anger is short lived. He didn't promise anything. Plus, this is better anyway. Demon comes over to me and places a glass of water on the coffee table. I grab Demon by his plats, he swats my hand away, annoyed. "Don't touch those," he frowns.
"Even in death you're trying to kidnap me," I say.
"You're not dead," Demon laughs, "the bullet barely grazed you." Demon brushes his hand against my arm. My upper arm has been wrapped in bandages.
"Oh," I frown. Demon sits on the couch next to me.
"Disappointed?" asks Demon. I nod. Whatever, I don't care if I appear vulnerable in front of him. He knows everything about me anyway. My eyes scan Demon.
"Aren't you hurt? Where did it hit you?" I ask. I don't see anything… Demon smiles at my concern.
"Nah, it didn't hit me," Demon shakes his head.
"Oh," I say again. I was sure it did. Disappointed at this too for some reason. I look at Demon again, it feels like he's hiding something from me. Although we all have secrets… not that he doesn't know about any of mine. "Where are we?" I ask, needing him to share something with me that he isn't hiding. I turn right slowly, so I am sitting to face him. My arm begins to hurt, as whatever Demon gave me is wearing off.
"In the city," Demon replies. I put my head down.
"Why here? Isn't that dangerous, there is so many people," I frown.
"It's fine," says Demon, "they don't know where we are. We can rest here for a bit and then discus where we are going next." It's strange… Demon is acting like we are equal. I'm so confused because I'm the one he kidnapped. I look up at him.
"What's the goal anyway?" I ask quietly. I know no one can hear us, but I feel nervous for some reason.
"I don't know, decapitate the Decapitate Damon Group?" Demon smiles. I laugh.
"No, serious answer, please," I say.
"I was serious," replies Demon. I frown. Demon's being serious.
"No, you're not…" I say to Demon. He nods.
"Think what you want," he says.
"But we can't do that! We can't… not when they are only trying to get revenge for what you did!" I shout.
"Decapitate, just take their head, group leader," says Demon trying to calm me.
"But we can't," I shake my head, "they will just get a new leader. They hate you!" I yell at Demon.
"Okay, okay. Your right," Demon says. I don't feel bad for yelling. They have a right to hate Demon after everything he has done to them and their lives. Maybe I should even hate Demon too. Why don't I? why don't I...?? The question attacks me more than the pain in my arm. Demon gives me a painkiller.
"Take this…" Demon says handing me a painkiller and making me drink a sip of water. There it is again, him caring. Its so stupid and it makes Demon even harder to figure out since he was the one who kidnaped me and he's the one who likes killing people. No one cares for me. He doesn't even seem angry with my little outburst. Maybe I should just find his stash of painkillers and overdose on them. Would he care then?
"I hate you!" I yell trying to convince myself.
…
I throw the glass of water at him. Why? Well… I'm not exactly sure. The glass hits him and then crashes to the ground in multiple sharp pieces. The water splashing all over him and the couch. He didn't flinch. A bit of glass has wedged into his cheek. He removes it and looks away, covering his face from me.
"D-Demon!" I say hurriedly trying to calm myself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I take his wrist to try and guide his face back towards me. He looks at me. The spot where he took out the glass that had wedged itself into his cheek has healed.