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#05
It's another restlessnight as thoughts of the Devil have me tossing and turning for ages, and having my years-old electric fan suddenly die on me only makes things worse. I'm hot and bothered in a non-sexual way, and frustration eventually gets me out of bed.
I might be too cheap to splurge on a dorm room with A/C, but one amenity that's been absolutely non-negotiable for me is having an en-suite with its own tub.
There's just nothing like a nice, cool, lavender-scented bath on a hot, humid night, and I set the timer as my eyes droop close.
My trusty analog clock goes off thirty minutes later, and it's when I'm back in my room and feeling light and fresh in my underwear (black and pink because I'm a huge fan of Jenny) that I remember to check my phone.
1 missed call.
That's when my whole world crashes on me as I click on my call log, and an unregistered number stares back at me from the very top of the list.
I'm dead.
I try calling the number even though a part of me already knows this won't do me any good, and all I get is an automated message that's easily summed up with just two words:you're dead.
I pace back and forth as I try calling the Devil's number again and again, but it's just no use, and I end up falling asleep on my desk.
My alarm goes off at 7:05 like it always does, but the thought of going to school doesn't even cross my mind. I try calling the Devil one more time—-
"The person you are calling is currently unavailable."
Well, that does it then.
I grab one of my notebooks and flip to a blank page.
Here begins the story of the idiot who lost her life because she fell asleep in the bath.
I feel like laughing and crying again. Should I at least be proud that I've managed to keep my sense of humor even though I know I could die at any moment? I wish I was exaggerating things really, but I've done my research on the Devil, and every single story about him says the same thing.
When the Devil grants you a favor, the Devil will ask one in return, and you are free to say no at the cost of your life.
There are no ifs or buts about this, and there absolutely isn't any exception—-
Riiiiiiing.
Oh God, it's the Devil calling.
I wish I could convince myself the Devil can't possibly be shallow enough to take my life for missing his call, but who says motives for killing sprees have to be valid?
Paola once told me about this girl who started shooting people simply because she hated Mondays, and considering how Lady Luck and I aren't exactly the best of friends...
Riiiiiiing.
My entire body feels like it's turned to ice again, and my fingers are shaking so badly I end up asking Siri to answer the call for me.
Hello Sheena.
"Hello, sir."
You've been writing for quite some time.
