Disclaimer: must I really say?

I don't want anyone to be mislead here, so I'll say this now, no matter how this may start to seem, the whole attitude for the story remains the same. Devi may end up giving Nny another chance at some point, only to probably have everything fall apart once and for all. I love messing things up. Well, here we go with chapter two. I'm in a bad writing slump today, so this chapter may be redone in the future. All the chapters are pretty short, just to warn you. The story's probably pretty short too.

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Devi reached her apartment several minutes later, slamming into her living room and throwing herself down on the sofa in despair, her anger at Johnny still at full force. She heard a whisper from the other room, and she rose to her feet and walked slowly into her 'painting room', glaring in pure hatred at the painting of the little demonic doll, Sickness, standing on the easel before her.

"Ahh, Devi. Back again from yet another day. Trying to keep your life afloat," Sickness said, a macabre fluffiness about her voice. (don't ask how)

"I thought you fizzled out," Devi snarled, glaring at the doll painting in revulsion.

"Come now Devi, I will not be beaten by you so easily. I told you things would be much easier if you didn't try, and now look where you are. So low in your delusion that your paranoia has relinquished," Sickness said in a singsong voice.

"What delusion?" Devi asked callously, clenching her palms together.

"Your feelings; you hide behind your hate for all humans rather than excepting all that is thrown at you," Sickness said, trying to strike Devi with reality's harsh whip. She felt nothing.

"Shut up you motherfucking homo-whore," Devi hissed. Sickness gave a rare smile.

"Always resorting to sacrilege, aren't we Devi? So human. The only proof left that you are indeed alive," Sickness snickered.

"Leave me alone Sickness. I don't know what possessed me to even create you. You're not worth my time," Devi growled. Sickness feigned hurt.

"Come now dear, you don't really feel that way. I am life for you," Sickness said, sneering.

"You're not life! Shut the hell up! I have a life!" Devi screamed, moving to leave the room.

"The only life you have left is hating that dark haired faggot," Sickness said, grinning nastily. Devi ignored her and left the room. She stomped to the door and left her apartment once more.

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