She stood there in front of him, helpless, vulnerable, a young girl asking an older male, a stranger help. You would think it was dangerous enough seeking out the help from an older man who supposedly dealt with the supernatural, exorcism. She still thought he was John Constantine, maybe for now he didn’t think it would matter who she actually thought he was. He was silent, his brown eyes eyeing her, opening up into her very soul. She would gulp a few times, nervously adverting her eyes around his kitchen before returning his gaze when she watched him put out his cigarette. Then he spoke, speaking of demons and how they possessed a host, he believed her! He fucking believed her and that was a relief. Tears almost started again and she let out a sigh of relief. She listened to his words and felt once again helpless, she had literally done none of the things he spoke of. She didn’t go party or go to any rituals, she didn’t remember getting any items that would possibly hold a demon. It was her turn to stump him and she spoke.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">“I don’t go to rituals, I don’t do much of anything. Before I became a nutcase I was just in school and working part time. I don’t recall any specific items that would have that sort of thing. I don’t know why this would happen.”</span></b>She said, almost confused in how any entity had done anything to her. She rubbed her head, her body was still shaking.<br/><br/>“<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">Are you going to help me? Can I please stay here. If I’m seen….they will take me back. I don’t want to go back.”</span></b>She said breathing out.