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She had come to dread the night.
The devil always came then, he'd come almost immediately, he wouldn't knock, he didn't like to ask for permission, he just appeared.
She'd feel him though, he'd murmur into her ears, his breath cold as ice, whispering words that flew directly into her head, those words would rest there.
Once, he had touched her, and she had felt it in the core of her bones, it was like he was crawling inside of her, that night after he left, she scratched and scratched until she bled, she didn't want the skin he had touched, but when she looked in the mirror, there it was, the skin sat there.
She didn't know why the devil always came for her, but she didn't like it, she didn't like him, she didn't like how he made her feel, like she was meant to be sad and didn't deserve happiness.
Tonight, while she laid on her bed and stared out the window, she prayed for God to come instead. 1 reply
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