Another Day (Every Day 2)

I know it’s asking a lot.

But I also know she’s going to do it.

She’s still there on the bed. Looking lost. Looking worried.

“Come here,” I say, sitting back down next to her. I give her the biggest hug I can. To look at her, you’d think her body would break from the embrace. But it’s stronger than it seems.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispers.

“You can,” I tell her. “Of course you can.”

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We go through it one more time. Then we both know it’s time for me to go. If her father comes home while I’m there, it will only make things more confusing.

It’s hard to leave. It’s hard to be a part of this girl’s story and then walk away from it.

I realize as I’m leaving that I don’t even know her name. So I ask A.

“Kelsea,” she tells me.

“Well, Kelsea,” I say, imagining she can hear me, “it’s good to meet you. And I really, really hope you’ll be okay.”

But there’s no way to know for sure, is there?

Chapter Eleven

When I get home, I need to distract myself. I get on the computer and binge on all the stupid websites I like to look at when my brain can’t take anything deeper. I am not expecting to find anything that has to do with me. So when I see it, I’m shocked.

Just one new window. One click. And there he is—Steve’s fake cousin Nathan—staring back at me.

THE DEVIL AMONG US!

At first I think it’s a prank. But how? This isn’t some high school website. This is a Baltimore newspaper. Not a good one, but still.

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It’s definitely Nathan. If I was unsure about the photo, his name is right there in the article: Nathan Daldry, age 16. He claims to have been possessed by the devil six nights ago. He woke up after midnight, at the side of the road. He has no idea what happened to him.

But I do. That’s the night I danced with him.

I read the article with a strange numbness. He’s not the only person who claims to have been “taken over.” Other people say the devil went into their bodies and made them do evil things.

Only, Nathan doesn’t really specify what evil things he was made to do. He just assumes that anything he can’t remember is bad.

The devil. They are saying A is the devil.

But the devil wouldn’t have helped Kelsea. The devil wouldn’t have been so scared.

I don’t know what A is, but A is not the devil.

I think about Nathan in his tie. Awkwardly standing around the party. I wonder how much of that was A and how much of it was Nathan. I wonder what would make him think he’d been possessed. It sounds like people are making a big deal of it, and that there’s even a reverend acting as his spokesman. Is Nathan out for the attention? Or does he genuinely not know?

After dinner, I search some more. Nathan’s story has gotten out there. If A left his body right before midnight, he must have woken up without any memory of me or the party. Or did he remember the party and have to make an excuse to the police officer who found him asleep at the side of the road?

I wish I knew Kelsea’s last name so I could look her up, too. Not that I think she’ll be updating her online status tonight to say Everything’s okay! I can’t really imagine what A is going through. What A has to do. But I’m certain that A is doing it.

Because A is not the devil. And A is not an angel, either.