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But Trine seems to like it.
Trine seems to like me.
And that’s surprising, because if she was anyone else, I would assume that they would hate me, considering everything I’ve done to her.
She doesn’t know that, without me, there’s every chance she would’ve already died.
Before, I could seep into her dreams and into her waking moments, and make myself the only thing she could think about. I have been alive for centuries–millennia–but now, I’m actually a corporeal being after a man wanted to see how powerful he could be.
I have given him power, but I don’t do things for free.
I have taken things from him. Unfortunately, that means he has also taken things from me. I don’t think about him much, and eventually, I know he’ll just disappear. I’m not a patient being, but there’s nothing I can do to usher him along in the process.
And I want the things he took from me; like the ability to warp reality to an extent. The most I can do now is talk and appear in dreams and move quickly–that’s it.
For the time being, I also only have access to Trine’s dreams and it’s not like I have free range. She gets to decide the situation. Whatever her mind wants, that’s what we’re doing in the dream. I’m a guest, not the host.
The fact that she keeps deciding on sex dreams isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it precludes conversation to a certain extent.
After I’m done staring at myself in the mirror, I rake a hand through my hair and steel myself to go and see Trine again. I don’t want to talk to the administration about her. I want to keep her to myself–I want to tell her everything. It’s selfish but I want to keep this a secret between us, and in any case, it’s not like other professionals could help her.
Besides, I’m a demon. I haven’t cared about the rules in centuries.
They wouldn’t understand what’s happening to her. Fuck, I can hardly understand what’s happening to her, and I’m ademon. I should know. I don’t.
I retrace my steps back to the intake office, where I know the nurse is watching her. There’s nothing she could hurt herself with, they’re careful, and in any case, I don’t think Trine really wants to hurt herself.
I didn’t even ask her why she’s here.
The old version of me–the man who went to school for this shit–is disappointed. I don’t particularly care, but hey, we both have to live in this body. The least I can do is make him proud, or I don’t know, not annoyed.
After I’m done fixing my hair, I make my way back to the intake room, where Trine still waits for me. I hear the intake nurse chatting to her and I open the door to see her. Trine picks her head up and sets her gaze on me, her mouth opening. “Mal…Dr. O’Mara,“ she says.
“You can leave us,“ I say to the nurse. I don’t speak to her that way most of the time and I think I’m going to have to apologize to her later, but she’s not my concern right now.
The nurse leaves the office, closing the door loudly behind her.
“She’s not happy,“ Trine says.
“Right,“ I reply, my gaze following Trine. “I shouldn’t have left you alone, to be fair.“
“You’re a terrible therapist,“ she says.
I laugh–I’m pretty sure she’s joking–when I approach her. She looks like she’s about to say something else when she stands up quickly, as if something just jolted her upright.
Her skin has paled considerably, and when she stands up, I can see her eyes widen. “Malon, watch out!“
I’m not sure what she’s asking me to watch out for until I turn around. The nurse, who left the room only a second ago, is walking quickly toward me and it takes me a second to register the scissors she has in her hands.
She’s smaller than me, but the threat is real. The scissors are sharp and I have to hold my arm up in order to stop her from slashing my face. She’s fast enough to puncture the back of my forearm. I take a step back as I grab her, turning her around when I do. I reach for her hand so I can squeeze the scissors out of her hand.
It happens so quickly. The scissors fall to the floor with a clatter, and I grab the nurse hard to pull her away from the weapon. She’s flailing and punching my arm hard, making it difficult to keep her from squirming away.
I don’t know what’s happening or why she did this until she cranes her neck back to look at me. “Evil,“ she growls. “You’re fucking evil and I’m going to fucking kill you.“
“What?“ I ask, more surprised than upset. This definitely seems to be coming out of nowhere.
“I know what you’re doing,“ she says. “I know who you are. I can see you.“
