Unnatural// 5SOS & 1D

Hellish// part five

z.m: possession

Zayn

Morgan laid low. She went to work, then right after that, the hospital and finally straight home, in that order. The only time she deviated was to get groceries or head to the bar for a drink. She would walk two miles specifically to drink some cheap beer and wallow in her misery.

Her mom was still dying, Morgan's tumors were getting bigger, unknown to her that they were now benign and operable. If she would just go to the doctor for a checkup she would know but, she hates the hospital and I could understand that. And it's not like I was going to outright tell her that she didn't have cancer anymore. Where was the fun in that? It was better to watch her struggle with the thought of death.

What she had said just four nights previous though made me anxious. She had admitted to wanting to kill herself when she found out she had cancer. At first I thought she only said it for dramatic effect but a closer look at her soul, at her thoughts and I knew that she had blurted it out accidentally. Some dark parts of her soul dripped with the thought of suicide and self harm. Just looking at it made me want to shiver and I was the King of Hell, nothing scared me. Or so I thought.

On the fifth night since Morgan had called those Hunters, she was curled up on her couch in her apartment, watching a rerun of some show and eating ice cream for dinner which was really unhealthy. She spooned cookies and cream into her mouth slowly, not really taking in what was on the TV screen and not really tasting what she had in front of of her.

"I know you're in here." Her soft voice said before putting the spoon in her mouth and covering the ice cream with its lid. "You've been following me around. I can tell because I always feel uneasy, not safe. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I get goosebumps even if it's not cold." She stands and heads to the kitchen. "So why don't you fucking show yourself."

"Where's the fun in that?" She didn't cringe as she shoved the ice cream into the freezer.

"Why are you following me like some stalker?" She asked, washing the spoon in the sink. "Doesn't the King of Hell of something better to do with his life?"

"No, why do you think I'm doing this in the first place. It's fun. Hell gets boring." She squeezes her eyes shut. I can tell she's trying not to get angry. She's too tired to be angry.

"Well why did you have to pick me?" She asked in a low voice before heading back out into the living room, brushing past me.

"Don't you remember what I said when we first met. You're a pretty girl."

"I bet you say that to everyone you torture." She grumbled, beginning to flip through TV channels.

"No, I haven't been out of Hell in thousands of years. This is one of the first times I've been out and the only time I've been out to see the 21st century." This half disgusted look crossed her face but she didn't look my way.

"Born at the wrong damn time then I guess.." Morgan grumbled. I didn't understand what she meant by that. "Well can you leave now. I want to be alone."

"I can't."

"And why not?" She demanded, glaring at me. I couldn't tell if she was cute when she was angry or not because she was always angry. Was she just cute all the time then?

"Because I don't want to be caught off guard by you brining in more hunters, witches or god forbid, anything else you think might 'do me some harm'." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as he stood up to look at me.

"I'm not going to try a damn thing. You clearly have some sick agenda here and I'm not going to bring in someone else you could hurt just because I was stupid enough to call upon a demon to help me with my sick mother. Now get the hell out of my apartment." When I didn't budge, she pushed on my chest. I moved back only to indulge her. I was a pretty solid guy in life, even more grounded now that I was a demon. "Get out Zayn! I mean it!"