Castillo

Once, there was a demon, named Castillo. This demon was lonely, and depressed. He cut himself, because he thought that it would relieve the emotions he felt. Eventually, he tried to commit suicide. He tried to jump out of a moving bus, but his friends held him back. One of them was an angel that he didn’t know. When his episode passed, he saw that the angel had slipped him a note.

“I see you, Castillo. I know how you feel. I’ve been there. I almost commited suicide, but I found help in the eyes of God.” ‘Oh, great,’ Castillo thought. ‘This angel is giving me advice for finding God to a demon, because it’s an angel.’ He continued reading.

“Whenever you feel like killing yourself, call me on my cell.” The note listed a cell number, but the demon ignored it. ‘This angel can’t help me. I’m a demon anyway. God won’t help.’

Castillo was in his room the next day, and started thinking about how the angel wanter to help. He realized that even though he needed help, he didn’t want it. He only wanted himself dead. A week later, his mother said some things to him, and he tried to hang himself by stepping off of his bed. It didn’t work, and his mother came into his room and saw him. She managed to cut the noose, and saw all of the scars. “Castillo, why?”

“Because no one cares. NO ONE.”

"Yes, we do."

"No, you don't. You can't, 'cause you're a demon too." Castillo was almost weeping.

Castillo's mother was dialing the number on the note.

"Hello?" the angel asked.

"Hi, yes, I noticed that my son has a note from this number?"

"Oh, that's because he tried to jump out of a moving bus and I saw that he needed help. No one is a better helper than the Lord himself."

"Oh, screw it. I don't need your God hype. I'm a demon. He can't help my son anyway."

"Well burn in hell for all I care, bitch."

"I live there."

The line went dead. Castillo was in awe.

"Wow, mom. I didn't think you cared," was his staggered reply to the conversation.

"Of course I do. It may not seem like it, but I realized that I was starting to treat you like my parents treated me."

"You were depressed too?" His mother nodded.

"I guess we're just a couple of kindred spirits," she replied.