can help in social situations and it makes people watching a bit more fun, but
it’s unsettling as you can imagine. The worst part is everyone has one, so I see
them everywhere. Honestly, I’m just glad the demons don’t seem to realize I can
and if you’re curious, I have tried to see my own demon, but I’m pretty sure
it’s stuck on my back or something so using a mirror can’t really help. Not to
mention they never show up in photos or videos.
I’ve had this gift since I can remember, though fortunately my parents
never took me seriously about it. The only person I’ve really opened up to is
Sally, a nice little blonde girl in my 6th grade math class. She likes to hear
about what the demons look like and hopes one day we can write a comic about
most common one is addiction. He’s a tiny, thin little man-imp with a bulbous
head and unkempt hair who twitches around a lot. He looks paranoid and whispers in
the afflicted person’s ear constantly, sitting on their shoulder and wringing
his seven-knuckled hands together.
there’s anxiety, a sort of shadow-clown who mimics someone’s steps in the most
ridiculous fashion. She’s almost like one of those wacky waving inflatable
arm-flailing tube things, if they were evil and never left you alone. I’ve
learned quickly that laughing at them - as much as they can be funny at times -
really hurts the person’s feelings, though it does make anxiety act even sillier.
is a small little leech that sucks on the head, drooling over everything and
never opening its eyes. It floats along when the person moves, never letting
go. Sometimes I think I can see the tail ghosting into another dimension, as
though it’s trying to pull the person away.
disorder is a short, naked, hairy, fat man who walks on backwards hand-feet,
staring at his victim while patting his belly and licking his lips. He moves
his eyebrows around a lot, which is kind of weird, but it’s worse when he rips
off his arm and eats it like his life depends on it. It grows back, but still.
demon is abuse. I’ve seen it on others, but I haven’t told Sally - I’m sure she
knows, anyway. She’s a gaunt blue fairy who flitters around with a little pouch
putting makeup on Sally and herself. She always looks worried, even when she
pauses to smile nervously.
and I got to class a little early today and were chatting when a new classmate
walked in. I couldn’t help but stare. He was the only person I’d ever seen
without a demon attached. He took a seat a row or two away from us and looked
straight at me, never once blinking. When I didn’t respond to one of Sally’s
questions, she nudged me.
You slept in your own bed, in your own bedroom, which was situated next to Negan’s room. It was windy outside and extremely cold although the Saviours had gifted you with thick duvets- you needed a warm teddy bear. You had only been in the Sanctuary for a month and yet everyone loved you, even Negan’s other wives.
At first, Sherry hated you and tried to sway the other women to hate you too but when you sung and calmed down the wives and spoke to each other about music, you and Sherry began to have the closest friendship ever. But that was until she went. No one told you what happened to her and you didn’t ask.
As you lay in bed shivering, there were walkers groaning outside. You sobbed, crying yourself to sleep but it didn’t help. You were so tired but you had no other choice. You slid off your bed and put on one of dad’s old rock band t shirts before quietly tiptoeing to Negan’s bedroom.
Surprisingly, he lay alone. He wasn’t snoring, which meant he was awake.
“Negan.” You whispered, standing by his bed then you crawled to his figures and sat on your knees,“Negan, I can’t sleep…”
You shook him and he turned around, one eye open and a lazy smile on his lips. He had one hand rested under his pillow and the other arm opened to allow you to climb in.
He saw your shirt and tensed,“Whose is that?”
You crawled under the duvet and snuggled in yourself, smiling,“It was my dad’s.”
The smile returned on Negan’s face then he wrapped his arms around your waist, tangled his legs with yours and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.
“Do you really want to sleep, babydoll?” Negan asked, a smirk playing,“We could have some fun.”