Monster inside of my head

Thanks.

"No problem. You don't need to worry about it."

"I think that might be the very first time someone has greeted their murderer with ‘ol buddy’."

"Well, you know. Can't stay mad forever."

"Probably crap from a box."

"Thank you for the advice, but talking about it doesn't seem like the best idea right now."

If you tell anyone you saw me like this I will go and murder you in your sleep. Got it?

"Don't worry, I won't mention this to anyone."

Hi.

"Hello."

"Just wanted to see how you would react ol' buddy."

Derek’s hasty enter into the room confused him — what was so urgent that he needed to rush in? Ted, of course, didn’t share his sense of urgency, and merely shut the door behind him before heading back to his chair. He offered up a smile, shrugging lightly. "What you did? Water under the bridge," he said, though he was quite sure that anyone else would have been a bit more… reluctant to let the matter go, especially with the whole teleportation thing. Honestly, though, he hadn’t given it much thought at all. It didn’t seem all that important. "Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?"

Derek played with his hands as he waited for the male to get over to his desk. "I just.. I haven't been feeling the best lately I guess you could say.' he said quietly as he looked up at him. "I've been doing some pretty bad things..'

The last few days had been rather uninteresting — or, rather, the routine hadn’t been interrupted. He’d seen a few of his patients, though he knew some were choosing to think that the sessions were optional, even if they weren’t. In the outside world, maybe, but not in here. A sharp, but hesitant knock on the door alerted him to someone else’s presence, and his expression changed from one of stoic brooding to something more… welcoming. When he opened the door, however, it fell away into one of pleasant surprise — it was Derek. "This is a surprise," he said, but stepped back to allow him in all the same.

Derek looked at the male as the door was opened and he bit his lip. He walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs as quick as he could get there. "I know it's a surprise, but I really need some help right now and I know what I did the last time we saw each other was horribly wrong, but I just really need help right now."

"Too bad, so sad."

"If anything, you owe me." He said as he looked at Evelina.

"And do you want that gold star?”

"I would like you to just shut up." He said as he rolled his eyes. "No."

"I smell fine. I showered this morning. And, these aren’t my clothes, if you couldn’t already tell, so it could be that too."

"I took a shower just half an hour ago, so I think I have you beat." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Alright. Whatever. I figured since I saved your life you would leave me alone, but I can just put you back."

"You also smell horrible. Let me just say that, angel. Tell me why you all smell like that. Like, you smell like you slept in a garbage can for months before you decided to face the world."

"And you think you smell the best? It's because you are a demon. Oh my lord. You think angel's smell horrible because naturally they are you enemy. You smell nasty to me as well, so don't think you are that amazing." Derek shook his head slowly. "No. How about you just go away?"

"Fine. We’ll see about that." Evelina smirked. "I am hilarious," she said sarcastically. "Sure ya do." She looked around her as everything disappeared, quickly standing to her feet. She looked down at her raw, bloody wrists, which were starting to heal before she walked closer to Derek. "Thank you."

Derek watched her look at her feet and stared at her ankles and her wrists healing. "Yeah, whatever." He said quietly as he walked to where his body was hanging not too long ago and grabbed his notebook that he had left there. "I don't want anything from you. I'm an angel and I was doing a nice thing, even though you're a demon and you irritate me.".

"Looks like somebody doesn’t know how to only speak for himself. I have done no wrong to them.” Evelina stopped with her struggle, dropping her head back onto the cement ground. “But I don’t care if everyone is sick and tired of me. Less assholes that I have to deal with. I hope everyone fuckin’ hates me. Good for them. Do they want a gold star?”

"Their job is to rid the demons in the place and they won't bat an eye to torture you if they see you. You're a demon. They don't care if they knew you before." He said as he looked at her. "Oh you are just so funny, aren't you?" He said to her and laughed. "I don't want your body. I've got the twins. I don't need your body." He rolled his eyes and he waved his hand, everything around her disappearing.