are you dead, like me?

Then how about a friend?

I've never had one of those.

No need for that.

I don't need help, though. 

…..

Oh. They’re dead. My mum is dead.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Them is my grandparents. Satan is my parents. My sister can't live with Satan. 

I could say the same with my aunt, but

I don't live with my grandmother. It's not me.

No, I don’t understand. I’ll probably never understand. Don’t I mean anything to you? If you loved me, you wouldn’t have taken them away from me, away from us. They’re not immortal. I wish they were, but they’re not. Now we have nothing, don’t you understand?

I didn't do it. It wasn't me. It was them. Them, who are sadistic, and uncaring, and cold, and fucking murderous. I didn't kill our parents. I only served as the vessel. They did. They told me. They fucking told me, and now, they're blaming it on me. Everyone blames it on me. I want to fucking die.

You okay there Jasper?

I'm fucking peachy, it's my grandmother that needs the help.

You can. You can do whatever you fucking want.

You don't understand, Maggie. Do you? You don't have people telling to kill yourself in your head, you don't have people giving you dirty looks, and you don't have to get any fucking dosages of medicines just to be a little calm. They're Satan, because if they were mum and dad, that would me I killed them, but you can't kill Satan. Satan's fucking immortal, so therefore, so are our parents. Immortal.

Stop talking about them that way, Jasper.

I can't.

You could at least try to act like you’re a teensy bit offended, you know. It’s really no wonder she assumes.

I'm not offended. One of those Satans happened to be her child. It isn't my fault if she was a bad parent.

The fact that you seem amused by this…

The fact I am amused by this. She's throwing holy water at me.

Ella.

Uh.