The End

Rain...

Today it rains yet again. Not that I mind. It helps fill the hollowness in my heart created by the people who were supposed to protect me. To tell me what's wrong and what's right. To tell me it'll be alright. And finally, to love me.

Losing it all, makes a person do something that they're not permitted to do. It makes them look like a walking devil. I wonder if the devil was betrayed by the people who were supposed to be his as well. And made him so vengeful that he went against God? My thoughts always take a dark turn whenever the sky is filled with clouds. It's as if the sky is also crying and telling me it'll be alright. After the dark comes light for those who don't give up hope.

It makes me laugh, that I once believed it, no matter the events, no matter the pain. However, as a naive person, I miscalculated 1 small detail. It's only a fantasy to believe it. The light will only come to those who don't have the will to give up. I don't know about myself. What should I consider myself as? People look at me with either of 2 expressions, awe or contempt. The ones with the 1st expression are those who in one or another benefited from me. Although that is obvious. But they look at me that way for another reason. In their eyes, I am a knight in shining armor. Brought light and hope to them when they didn't know what it was. What they don't know is that they are knights of their own stories. I only showed them how to make their exterior shine. The rest is all on them. However, they think otherwise. I don't have time to waste so let them be happy in the illusions they've created.

Now, the 2nd type of expression. How should I say this, they're either dead or wish that they were dead. It'd be better than the life they live now. As to how they see it. They don't think it's wrong to destroy the weak, harass them, rape or other below-the-belt things they do for their entertainment. They have money and that's all the explanation they're willing to give. They own the right to trample others below them as if they are insects. Hmm... An interesting thought. But what if justice existed and cannot be bought? What then would happen to such people? They'd never thought about it. That's where I come in. I never had the luxury to sit idly by. So, it's to say a lot that I could have thought so much just now. Hmm, I wonder if the name given to me is correct, Celeste. Means heavenly. I don't think of myself as an angel. As an angel can do no wrong only right as permitted by God. I'd rather consider myself the devil's advocate. As I don't fear sending people to meet the devil in hell.

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How long does it take for an asshole to show up for the meeting? I would never be here if I didn't need their services. Ha! Heck 3 months ago, if someone told me, I was about to get a baby sister, I would've thrown them out of the window without a second's hesitation.

Leaning back on the chair I have been seated on for almost 20 mins or so I rub my temples in aggravation. How is it that the past you try so hard to leave behind somehow catches up with you in ways you've not thought of? Being successful is nothing if I wasn't even able to cut ties with the people, I'd wished I had killed. Looking at the assistant for the 3rd time who is sweating as though he's melting even though the room is chilled, too chilled for my liking. He knows he doesn't want to mess with me but he can't persuade his boss to show up. Now that tells me the amount of seriousness, they put in dealing with clients. I wonder how they can run things with their mismanagement. He has some nerve to be late even though the offer I put in is 10 times the amount any client usually offers them at the max.

I feel like a nerve is going to pop at this rate. I could've gotten deals completed by now. To make it worse it’s started downpouring hard. I hate the rain. Makes my mood plummet. It was something like this when my mother heard the worst news and that wasn't all. He almost killed her and me and had the nerve to run away. My hands fist up just at the remainder...

I don't realize that I was caught up in my flashback that the person I was meeting up with finally decided to show up, "I see you have arrived Mr. Kingston. Sorry for the wait. I was rather preoccupied with work."

The first shock I get is that it's that woman, whom I thought I wouldn't be seeing again, and 2nd she's the rumored Devil's advocate? There must be something very wrong with people's descriptions of her. She looks like a teenager, hell I bet she is one. How come I am dealing with her?

"There must be some mistake... I am supposed to meet Mr. Campbell." I finally manage to get out with gritted teeth. Is he making fun of me? If so, he's gonna regret it.

"Looks like there is a mistake. Firstly, there is no Mr. Campbell in my company. It's Ms. Campbell. Before you assume, I am currently 20 and turning 21 in the upcoming August. So, unless your name is not Xavier Kingston then I doubt there are any mistakes further. Do you want to continue the meeting? Or not? It's up to you." She answers in a no-nonsense tone.

Rarely anyone has the guts to say my full name other than the people close to me. She's full of it, that is for sure. Let's see what Ms. Campbell is capable of.