"Get out of my head. Stop making me see these things. I do not witness your sad past or what you did to get to this point."
Rachael's voice was a cry for help. She looked at the demon who was tormenting her like this.
The demon remained quiet, but there was remorse in its eyes. It did not want to torture Rachael. Or, that was the feeling Rachael got from the demon. There was no telling what a demon felt.
[I am sorry for showing you all this. I did not want to show you all this either. But you are the only one who will listen. You protected your friend, and I could feel you were not close. You will help me out as well.]
The demon sounded certain that Rachael would help him out. And the sad thing was - he was likely right. Because of what she saw, Rachael could feel the haters bubbling inside her heart.
