This is a story that I've been working on. Tell me if you like it <3

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What had happened among the days at school for almost all of her life had bothered Rouge D’Eclat for some time. The idea that she was not like other girls, not toothpick-skinny or pearl face- pretty, caused her to empty out her emotions all at once. Rejection, humiliation, and most of all isolation had a bigger role through her breakdown. She wasn’t ready to move on. She was stuck with the idea of being invisible to not only her crush, but everyone else around her. Knowing this, she foolishly assumed that life wasn’t worth living anymore. With a razor held in one hand she gently placed in position on the bulging vein on her right arm.

“If only my heart never knew love,” she said as she pushed the razor slightly to the side, opening a small slit in her flesh. Blood seeped slowly down her arm, but it wasn’t enough to ease her pain. There had to be more blood that needed to be spilt.

“If only I was beautiful,” Rouge sobbed. The oozing blood dripped onto the floor. A small red puddle form under Rouge and without her knowing, the puddle began to sizzle and evaporate into a red fog. Surprised, Rouge kicked back in fear and landed on her butt, causing the razor to fly from her hand.

“Now now… is it so wise to do that when you have much more to do in life?” a voiced cooed from within the fog. From then, the fog began to form limbs, then a body and before you knew it, right in front of Rouge stood a man. He wore attire as if he were to attend a ball. On his head laid a top hat with a red rose pinned to the side. His hair was black and choppy and his eyes gave off a silver color, but what surprise Rouge the most was that behind him, two black bat wings sprouted from his back.

“You look quite pathetic like this Rouge D’Eclat,” the man chuckled as he noticed the flowing red blood from her freshly opened wound.

“Why would you care? And how in hell do you know my name? I haven’t  met you before!” the man laughed as if he took this whole scare as a joke.

“That’s one of the many abilities a demon has. One of my favorites in fact!” Rouge was dumbfounded by this man’s appearance. Not only was he a demon, but insanely beautiful. This only made her feel worse about herself.

“Well go away demon,” Rouge hissed, “I have an important matter to attend to; killing myself.”

“What for? Is it because you’re too cowardly to face reality? Because you’re fat?” the demon came toward Rouge, only to have her push herself back farther away.

“What’s it to you?” Rouge began to reach for the razor, but a foot stopped in her path.

“What it is to me is a contract, you see,” Rouge looked up at the man with puzzled written all over her face.

“I can grant you a wish, in exchange for something precious of yours”. It’s a joke, it has to be! Thought Rouge as she got herself up off the floor. Standing up, she realized that the man was about her height. The man stood at 5’6”, a little taller than her.

“How can I trust you?” The demon offered not an answer, but a crooked smile so wide that the side of his mouth almost touched his ear.

“Why is it that you attempted to kill yourself?” What a question for him to be telling Rouge. Like thinking about it wasn’t enough. Maybe, she thought, that if she could tell her problem to some weird-ass stranger, it can relieve the stress a little.

“ I lived a life of ugliness. I was never accepted as a human being because of my appearance. I was even rejected by a boy who told that I wasn’t even his type.” Rouge, without hesitation, began to rant about her miserable life.

“… I don’t want to be hurt from this anymore. I want to change, but it feels like it’s hopeless.” The demon only smirked.

“That’s where I come in,” he announced as he flicked his wrist. Out of thin air, a small rolled up piece of parchment appeared in his hand.

“Let’s make a deal, I’ll give you beauty if you give me something of yours in return.” Beauty…Rouge thought. This was her chance to see if this guy could be lying or not. She knew when it came to…demons that ordinary household items were out of the question. It was then, she offered the one thing that could help her live through her depression.

“You can have my heart.”