I look my demon in the eyes without flinching, much. My demon could sense my trepidation, taste my fears. “You will never be a success,” my demon says. “You don’t have the fire inside to do it.”
I shake my head. “I can do it,” I say, but it sounds whiny in my ears. “I can change.” My demon smiled even more, his eyes throwing daggers at my resolve. “Really.”
“You are a wanna be,” my demon says. “Remember that time you wanted to ask Renee out, but instead you just babbled for like five minutes, making you sound like an idiot before walking away?” I look at my feet, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing. “You said you could do that too. But don’t worry, you will never be alone. You are a loser, and I will always be here to remind you of that. That’s how great of a demon I am.”
I begin to walk away, but stop. “You know something,” I say, “If I am such a loser, that means you must be one too.” I turn and look him in the eyes again, this time without flinching. “I mean, why would you be my demon if you didn’t suck at being one. I mean, if you were awesome you would be plaguing Tom Brady or Beyonce. Instead you’re stuck with me.”
“Boy, get out of here with that,” my demon sputters. “Without me being so awesome you would be kicking butt and living the good life. I’m one of the best demons there is.”
I smile my own grin of daggers as my demon realizes what he had done. “Thanks, now I know I’m awesome.” My demon watches horrified as I walk away from the mirror.