Dancing With The Devil

It lasts forever.

   "Deal the cards."
   "Who goes first?"
   "You, f****r."
   "Okay." I look at my cards.

Later.

   I'm whimpering. I'm holding my knees tight against my chest. Oh god. My head hurts.
   "Come on baby, just one more line."
   "Okay."
   I look up at him. I want him so badly.
   "Can we just have sex now?"
  
  Later.
 
   I'm so hungry. I open the fridge. Nothing looks good, so I eat everything. Still hungry. Eat more. Buy more. Then eat more. Still hungry.

   Later.
 
     My rich mom gives me a hundred to get me away for the day. I spend it on nothing I need. A foot bath. A candy bar. A necklace. Too bad one hundred bucks isn't enough for an eight ball. I want some. I want everything in this store.

   Later.

   I lie around. For a week. Just doing nothing. Can't sleep. Want to get high. No way. I want him.

   Later.

   I have to do homework. I instead go party with friends. I have to do my chores. I eat some more. I cry a lot too. I hate myself.

   Later.
 
   My sister is whining. Bitching. Moaning. Her life is so f*****g tough. Everything is f*****g tough.
   "Shut the f**k up!" I shout. She gasps.
   "You said the f-"
   I slap her.

   Later.

   My sister has everything. A non fucked up life, good grades, a nice boyfriend. I want to peel off her skin and wear it as my own.
 
   Later:

    I have him, though. I have him. How lucky I am.

    Later.

    I'm dancing. Party. Or something. I just want to dance. Someone dances close to me. I dance closer to him. He says his name, but I don't hear it.
   "Lucy," I say.
   He laughs at something. I don't know what. He plays with my hair, grinning. I just dance closer. He pulls me away a bit, and I follow him. We go out back, into the alleyway.
   "Oh god. You're going to rape me," I say. He chuckles.
   "No. I'm just going to kill you."
   "Oh. You're an angel, then?" Figures. He's wicked handsome.
   He laughs maniacally now. "Quite the opposite. Did you hear my name?"
   "No."
   "I'm Lucifer, Lucy."
   Lucifer...
   "Satan?"
   "Dance with me, Lucy."
   "Oh...ohkay." I let him twirl me when there is no music, in an alleyway, at night. It's not romantic. But I still bury my head into his shoulder.
   "You're a wonderful dancer," he says.
   "Thank you."
   "You've sinned, Lucy."
    "Which ones?"
    "Wrath. Gluttony. Envy. Despair. Pick any you like."
    "Okay."
    We kept dancing. Spinning. I could see flames in the corner of my eyes. I could hear screams in the back of my head. The faintest whiff of blood in my nose. The taste of death on my tongue. I could feel the leather jacket that hung on this devil's human body. This dance will last forever.
    It grows slowly in my heart. Slowly. Until it's so big, that Lucifer takes the knife out. Before he can plunge it in, I gently take it between my finger. I balance it in my hands. Then he helps me put it into my own heart, and I know that I have no soul.
    I'm still dancing. Dancing with Lucifer. But now it's hell.
    
  
  

Reviews

[Silver Michaelis]

This is absolutely amazing!...Words can't describe this. I love it.

[Bella-Marie]

Freaky! I was quite drawn to the ending, too. The beginning is a great build-up.

[Thorn]

It's good. I liked the last bit the best. How she wanted to die so badly that she didn't fear Satan himself...it was amazingness!
The way it was written, I mean. The story itself is sad.

Just one thing: despair's not actually a sin. Did you add that in for some reason that I'm overlooking?