The first time the devil came knocking I was scared, hesitant. Eventually it became normal, he became a friend to me. He changed from a frightening face in my mirror, to a familiar one. When I went through a bad break up, he was there. My mum died and he was there.

One day I came home crying, I was being bullied. I thought I was ugly. My hair was knotty, my face pale and ghoulish, my cheeks puffed and red. I looked in the mirror and he was there. He reached through the reflective pool, his hand resting on my face. My skin started to tingle as I felt my cheeks thin, my hair smoothening out. He made me… pretty.

That was the last time I saw him. He looked as though he was melting, the prettier I got the sicker he was. I tried to help but, I couldn’t. Then… he was gone, forever.

I still miss him; there will always be a place in my heart for him.