Early this morning,
when you knocked on my door,
and I said hello Satan, ah
I believe its time to go.
- 'Me and the Devil.'
Celestia was a average person by all means. Head full of black hair, hoodie and jeans with glasses, she easily blended in the masses without anyone noticing. Though there was something that may seem cruel. Not on her face obviously, but her soul. A child she had been like many other but cold, though it was hidden. Hidden behind insecure and shy smiles, she easily passed away from prying eyes and gossip hungry people. Daughter of a rich couple who did not uphold her parents honor who was average, they whispered in hush voices as if she wasn't there, couldn't see her parents disappointed looks and her aunts ridiculing face.
She could but oh, it was one of those reasons that when her aunt fell down from the stairs she just watched. As the blood seeped the expensive carpet she stood there with nothing but an eerie silence. She extended her fingers, her aunt did oh, but all she did was give a innocent simile and sauntered off to complete her reading of documentaries. She could care less when her father would being the mistress in his bedroom, somewhere her mother slept too. She just observed and nor did care to comfort when the infidelity came to light. Why should she when they had not stepped up to even ask about her day.
Observation and absorbing information these things, Celeste was quite good at. Adjusting to new situations and passing her teenage and adult life just like that, being average. It was the most amount of happiness she had felt in her life. Maybe leaving her pare ts at the age of 18 wasn't so bad. Though sje felt tired more recently , tired of life she suspected. After all these years the euphoria of letting people underistimate her, that game had gotten boring. It wasnt quite surprising when with the underestimation came manipulation, then came lies, then came calculation and then finally came blackmailing. The cycle had been related for so long, boxes filled with materials and information about people she surrounded herself with, it was now boring.
She had the pleasure of reading magical books like Cinderella, Red riding hood, snow white in her childhood, books like it and harry potter during her middle school, books about human experiments, science and real life documetray about slavery and other horrible horrible topics of humans and blackmails and nasty stuff about ones life during her adult life. It was tiring, she repeated. So now she was drifting. Just drifting along to or into nothingness.
So when that accident happened she did not try to alert the driver or save herself. No she waited. Waited for her death. She swore, Celeste swore she could see the white light and some black mass, swore she could hear the whispers of herself as one by one she repeated her favorite quotes from books she had read over her course of life, the earphones stuck to her ear somehow still intact as Me and the Devil played. She watched with fascination and waited for her death. It was quite slow she noted. The white light though seemed comforting. it wrapped itself around her Alost like a comforting gesture, how ironic.
she hummed soon along the tune and as she saw the black mass now about to reach her face she murdered her one final quote, " To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
Her resting face with blood was the most beautiful one, muttered one of the aquatainces that visited the funeral. It was at that moment that people around her seem to realize that truly she did not allow anyone close enough to know, know what she was truly like.


So my old evil spirit,
can greyhound bus that drive.
- 'Me and the Devil.'