Wish Upon A Demon

3.

CHAPTER - THREE

I was on medication once more.

My father saw me, a couple of days ago, thrashing on the bed and clutching my pillow to my ears. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Before, he’d told me that my hallucinating problem ended after my mother died. But, now it’d returned once more. “Faye, I’m taking you to the doctor’s tomorrow evening.” My father had said to me, the next morning. And truly enough, we did go the doctor’s and he assumed that my problem was come back, and I needed to be back on medication with a monthly visit to the doctor. My father thought I was hallucinating, but what he didn’t know was the real reason for my behavior that night.

That damn demon. He’d been pestering me all night, and right when I began thrashing around and covering my ears with my pillow, my father had rushed up the stairs after he had come home from work. My spoon dug into the chocolate cheesecake. I enjoyed deserts. The most I loved was chocolate cheesecake. However, today I didn’t feel like eating anything. I couldn’t eat anything, not when a new demon was chasing behind me.

“Now, what did I say about insulting me?”

I jumped up a bit, and then sat straight regaining my composure. I was going to ignore it. Ignore it until it admitted defeat and went away on its own. “Oh, cheesecake, you’re forgiven.” I heard its voice. I looked down at my plate, to find the cheesecake gone. “What-how big is your mouth?” I blurted out. I guess I wasn’t ignoring him anymore. Damn it, I should have just kept quiet. Then, maybe, he would go away sooner. “Enough to fit your entire body inside if you don’t shut up.” He said. And that was cue for me to zip my mouth. What would it take for him to go away? Most of all, why was he here? He said he wanted something from me, but what was it? Was there some sort of treasure-

“Stop thinking so much.” He said, flatly. My mind went blank. “That’s better,” He murmured. I kept looking at his face as he sat next to me, finishing the last crumb of cheesecake. Was he real? This wasn’t a hallucination, was it? I needed to sort myself out because this seemed to get more and more realistic and I didn’t like one bit of it. “No, Faye Martin, this isn’t a hallucination.” He explained, turning towards me, that mask preventing me from detecting any sort of emotion on his face. “Yes, I’m real. This is all real. Your wish coming true was real. I’m real and I’m sitting in front of you.” He said, once more. When my expression didn’t change, he scooted closer, those hazel eyes assessing me. “For a moment, I thought you were going to run off, since I’m real and all, but, I guess not.” He murmured. “Can you please leave me alone?” I asked. He shook his head, “I’m afraid that’s impossible.” He said. Just leave me alone.

Was this a usual thing for him, haunting girls and giving them nicknames and nightmares while dressed like a professional assassin?

“What will it take for you to leave me?” I asked again, despite knowing that he wasn’t really fond of me asking him questions. “Now, we’re talking.” He said. I tried to imagine how he would look, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t. “So?” I pressed, knowing what it would take for him to leave me. “I think I told you previously, that you will find out soon.” He said. “Soon, as in when?” I asked. It would be better if it was tomorrow or the day after and it would be even better if it were today evening.

“But, why me?” I asked.

“Questions, questions, question, when will you stop?” I think I even sensed a growl in his voice. “But, since you’re so curious, I think I should slip in a little detail for you.” I didn’t know if he was speaking to me, or himself, yet, I listened. “You, dear Faye, are part of something you can’t even begin to imagine.” He said, and for a moment, I thought I sensed a bit of humor in his voice. “What is that? What do you mean?” I shifted in my seat on the couch, ignoring the plate that tumbled down. “It means, that someday, you might regret making that wish. But, it will be too late.” He said. I noticed that he had gotten new gloves. “I had to get new ones, you spoiled the other ones.” He growled.

I scowled.

“But why – ”

“Stop asking questions, Faye. You know I won’t answer them.” He said.

“But – ”

“Stop.”

“But – ”

“Don’t test my patience, little human or no matter how important you are, I will snap you into half.” He gritted out and I almost feel him clenching his teeth in anger behind the mask. “Just answer my questions, please,” I said, finally. “One question.” He said, after pausing a few minutes. I thought of what I could ask him that he would give me the answer of. And then, I asked the most stupid question of all, “Was it because of you I became like this?” Of course, it was because of him. Nice going Faye, you lost your only chance at getting answers. “Yes,” He replied. I waited hoping he would continue. “And?” I asked. “That’s it,” He shrugged. “No matter how much you try, little hamster, you won’t get a single thing from me unless it’s time and you deserve it.” He said, tapping my head. My shoulders slumped. “But – ” I started.

“Shut up, because I’m a second away from slapping the back of your head.” He said. For a second, I even thought I saw a purple flair pass his eyes, something that meant that he was very close to losing his patience. And yet, I continued. “But –” I started and his hand slammed down on the coffee table so hard, that I saw little cracks appearing. And then he spoke, voice deathly low.

“Congratulations, Faye Martin, you have officially landed your self into the hands of a very, very angry demon.”