My Unlucky Demon

Complicated

I feel complicated. Even more after what Gabriel told me came into my mind.

--earlier--

I placed my arm around his shoulder to keep him near 'cause I can see him slowly drifting away, "You don't like Mallory?" I asked.

Gabriel sighed, "Get off" he said.

"How cold" I said.

"Aren't you the one?" he replied.

"Wow, that hurt me."

"I did not mean that. I mean, you are cold, but I was talking about something else."

"Huh?"

"Are you not the one who has feelings for Mallory?"

Does he mean that I hate Mallory? "Haha, what a joke! That didn't sound right at all, feelings include hate and annoyance, right?" I said so hectically.

I didn't notice how evasive that sounded. It was strange how hard my heart thumped from his words, it’s as if I have been caught red-handed even though I did not do anything.

He went away with disbelief in my words visible in his face.

--

I'm sure he didn't believe anything that I said. If I were in his place I wouldn't believe it either. Well, part of it wasn't true anyway, I don't hate Mallory. Although I find her annoying sometimes... I don't really know what to feel about Mallory, I even dreamed of her... What does it mean to dream about someone?

It is pretty rare for me to raise my hands in class, even rarer for me to ask a question to the professor while in class. Coincidentally, our topic in the last class is about dreams.

"A dream is a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. The content and function of dreams are not fully understood..." our professor said.

After his lecture, I couldn't help myself and asked the professor. Even though he already said that what people dream about haven't been fully understood, there should be some researches about it and I may be wrong on my theory that what people dream about is what they think of the counterpart.

"Sir," I approached the professor while he was fixing his belongings and is about to leave the classroom, Mallory was just behind me.

"I have a question," I said when I managed to get his attention.

"What is it?" professor asked still fixing his things.

"What does it mean to dream about someone?"

"Hmm, it depends on the dream. This is only theoretically speaking though, but atleast you can figure that you've been thinking about that person too much. It is also said that how the person is in your dream is how you see them or want them to be." he said and zipped close the laptop inside his bag. He stood properly and finally faced me, "What kind of dream was it?" he asked.

Tch, so it's just a similar theory. "I dreamed of someone as a demon." I told him. I made a mistake of taking a glance of Mallory.

He was surprised, seeing someone as a demon. I was surprised by my dream too, but more so because it is someone like Mallory. The professor noticed I was talking about her, "Well, as I said it's just a theory, not really proven." he said ending the sentence with an awkward laugh. "I'll be leaving now." he said.

I thanked him before he left...

--

I don't despise her. If I must say, I actually like her. It's not just about her looks, the first time I saw her she only looked like a poor girl even. The way she dress or how she acted. She does not act like she's all for money, nor does she asks us anything about it, except food I guess. I admit, I was caught off guard when she got on top of me naked. That may be an attempt to seduce me, I cannot help but feel disgusted at that time though, but she willingly stuck around Raphael instead of me in which I found that she was really just clueless of it, and she's deaf too. It really just doesn't come to me; the reason why I would dream of Mallory as a demon and why Gabriel concedes to it as well. I did not do anything hateful to Mallory, did I?

Worrying about such things isn't like me at all. I do not know what I’m feeling *sigh*.

I raised my head realizing I haven't touched my dinner and that Mallory is watching me as I repeatatively scooped up food and place it back on the plate as if mixing my food, only in slow motion.

She does not complain at all, but I guess she can't because she's deaf after all. Hmm, I want to know what she's thinking while looking at me like that. She seem expressionless yet full of emotion. *Sigh* Just what am I talking about?

"Me?"

Huh? Who said that? I looked at the door which was closed, no one is in the room except... Mallory. I looked at her and our eyes have met.

"...was that you?" I asked. Well, she may have just said 'me' without knowing that she said it. I feel bad that I'm even doubting her being deaf just because of what's been happening to me.

"I am deaf."

Huh? Again! It's the same voice as the Mallory in my dream had. Mallory did not open nor move her mouth. Yet I can hear her voice as if it's the voice in my own mind.

"Are you not gonna eat?"

I... I kept blinking my eyes thinking that something might change if I do so, she is not moving and yet I am convinced that it's her. "Y-you can have it if you want" I said within my thoughts and just like that Mallory herself took my food and ate it.

I'm not hearing or seeing things, am I? She can actually hear my thoughts!?

"M-mallory... you can hear me?" I asked through my thoughts.

"Yes." she answered, "I can sense you, to be exact."