I sold my soul. At least I think I did. I’ll try to tell my stroy, I am not a native english speaker, so there’s going to be some mistakes.
Two years ago, I presented an exam to a medical school and failed… I was really desperate since my score was very low, also, I gave it my all. I lost a year looking for more colleges and part time jobs to live.
No choice left, I prayed. Of course my prayer wasn’t answered. Then I decided to do it. I didn’t summoned the devil or any specific demon, I just declared I wanted to sell it. I sitted in the dark, I closed my eyes and said in a calm voice:
“I want to be a doctor, and to achieve it I’ll do anything, I´ll even give up my soul. If there is anyone willing to this deal, make possible to me to become one, and your soul is mine”
I know I sounded dumb, but I was desperate, not knowing what to do of my life. I went to sleep thinking there was not really a world beyond, and that I was silly to think otherwise.
A year later I presented the exam again, I knew I was going to fail, it just was an excuse to tell my parents I was doing something. To my surprise, my score was good enough. That’s the same college I am now going nowadays.
That fact alone was not proof enough for me, but a year ago I had to make a really long essay. Because of my lazyness, I didn’t make it on time, and if it wasn’t done I was sure to fail the year. The very same day the limit for getting the work came, a close family member died in a violent death.
It was awful for me, but because of it and the funeral, my profesor gave me more time to get the thing done, a lot more. Because of it, many classmates decided to help me finish my work. Talk about cruel good luck.
Eight months ago I was sure to fail anatomy, but the professor suddenly got fired. I got another chance to present the exam. When
Just now, half a year after the first death, one of my parents died, and because of it I have the time to study for a final test that I was not prepared to at first.
I think I sold my soul, and I am not happy about it. I don’t want it back, I just want all this bad things happening to stop. I am scared and studying as hard as I can so nothing may happen again. I would revert if I can, but the thing that heard me the first time won’t listen. I have a deal with something, I am scared.
