It’s hard, this whole human possession thing. As a demon, I’m supposed to be ruining this girl’s life, but it’s like she’s immune to my dark soul. I sit, my impenetrable black cloud, wrapped around her heart, and she still seems to be having the time of her life. Last week I fell asleep and she won the lottery. Eighty million dollars. Do you know how hard it is to win the lottery? Of course you do, you’ve never won the lottery. You don’t need a demon to prevent it. I couldn’t even convince her to set herself up for financial ruin.  

    This morning I tried to throw her down the stairs, but she rolled through the air and landed on her feet at the bottom. How was I supposed to have known she was a former gymnast?

    I like to give the human certain control, and only force action at opportune moments. It’s why I am letting her pick her breakfast, pull out the frying pan, and go from there. 

    I wait until her bacon is sizzling and needs to be flipped. No utensils today Laura! Your hands are the only tools you need. I easily force her hands over the bacon, and she yells as one hand grabs the bacon and the other presses into the pan grease. I cackle, "May your bacon always burn!" I laugh manically with her screams as I allow her release. I need her alive to ruin her life, after all. 

     She cries into her phone to the operator, When the paramedics arrive, I'm gleefully humming Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance.” Laura remains moaning on the floor as we look up into—no!

    There is an angel within this paramedic. We see each other just as the paramedic with his aid bag sees that Laura needs medical assistance.

    The paramedic grins a little wider than would be normal at a burn victim before saying, “I see you need some help, ma’am.”

     I try to respond, but he has already cursed me. I don’t even have the power to spit profanities at him. Laura sobs, “Please, my hands!”

     The angel already had taken bandages out of his bag, and as he touched Laura’s hand he stated, “I have just what you need.”

      She couldn’t see it, but I screamed in agony as the white light entered her hand at their touch.

      Laura grinned dopily and said, “What did you give me?”

      They looked us in the eyes and said, “Only what you needed. I don’t think you’ll be making any similar accidents again, though it will always be inside of you.”

      Trapped! Inside this blessed human?! Oh, how revolting. I’ve been to hell, and here it is. 

      The angel picked Laura up in his arms, and carried her out to the ambulance. She looked up dreamily at him, and had he not blocked me from controlling her, I would have had her vomit all over his uniform.