Some Devil

by, Smeagol's girl

(A/N: A Wonka fic. This is not mary-sue angst, at least it's not meant to be. A lot of this is based off what I know from both personal experience and having friends deal with these things. I only own unfamiliar characters, but nothing else. I'm only going to say it once so I don't sound like a broken record. broken record. broken record. broken record...

Summary: Chocolate is the best medicine for emmotional pain. For Reya, a Wonka bar always makes to seem life easier, so to her, Wonka's always been there for her. But will it be enough to get her through highschool while she's battleing with depression she can't control? This is dedicated to those who have or have at one point struggled with, clinical depression and self injury. There is hope, and pain can't last forever.)

I hopelessly, helplessly

Wonder why

Everything gotta change

Around me

I'd tell it to your face

But you lost your face

Along the way

And I'd say it on the phone

If I though you were alone

Why do things have to change?

But you don't need my pictures on your wall

You say you need no one

And you don't need my secret midnight call

I guess you need no one

Is anybody waiting at home for you?

Cuz it's time that will tell

If it's Heaven, if it's Hell or if it's

Anybody waiting at home for you?

Cuz it's time that will tell this tale...

-'Hopeless', Train

Reya was the first customer the candy store owner had that made him feel uneasy. She trudged in, shaking the falling snow out of her dark blue dyed hair in two braids, and was wearing a black t-shirt with the anarchy 'a' on it, black Hot Topic pants with dozens of chains clinking around, a long black trench coat that swayed as she walked, spike bracelets, and heavy black makeup with eye liner in the shap of tears running down her cheeks. To him, she seemed to be screaming at him to go die somewhere, and he made ready to run for the phone if he had to, to call the police.

But instead of lunging at him with a gun or knife or both, she walked over to the counter and looked up at him with a face that told him she'd just had something bad happen and she was not in the mood.

"Wh- what can I do for you" he asked. She pointed to the plain Wonka bars on the shelf behind him.

"I'll take one of those." He was still staring at her nervously and her eyes widened in disgust. "Please" she snapped. He shook himself out of thought and nodded.

"Of course" he said, turning and handing her the bar. She placed the money on the counter and started to walk away.

"Keep the change" she said, and she was gone. A sense of releif watched over him and he knew now why he would mostlikely need 911 on speed dial, with people like that walking around.

Reya was a seventeen year old girl, going on eighteen in four months. Middleschool had been a major pain for her, and it had only dragged on into highschool. Seventh grade was when she had first moved out there because of her father's midlife crisis. She hated everything about this place and was counting down the days till she turned eighteen and could move out of that craphole.

"Hey vampire" shouted a voice from behind. She turned and looked to see a college boy wearing a football sweatshirt and a sick smile approaching her. Her breath caught in her throat, but she nodded.

"What" she asked.

"Is this hour good for you, because I am in desperate need of a bite to join you league of the undead."

Reya rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't waste it on you. Who the heck would want you to live forever" She turned and started to walk away.

"Hey! You got no right, talking to me like that, freak"

"Watch me" she muttered under her breath, quickening her pace as the boy started to follow her. The snow was falling down heavily and she wanted to get home soon so she wouldn't freeze to death.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, freak"

She continued walking, only a little faster, and when she heard him shout and start to run at her, she ran with full speed, all the while thinking, what did I do to him?

Across the street, Willy Wonka, chocolate maker mastermind, was glancing at the front page of his news paper when he heard the angry college boy, shouting at someone. His eyes strayed up and he saw a black figure running for all she was worth with the boy in hot persuit behind her. His eyes narrowed, and he tapped his cane on the frosted sidewalk in front of him, and started across the street and on to the sidewalk.

It wasn't till he saw the boy chase her into an alley that he broke into a run, holding his top hat on with one hand. When he rounded the corner, he saw the girl run up to the back, and turn around in time for the boy to pin her there.

"No" she started sobbing. "Leave me alone"

"C'mon, freak, I just want one bite" said the boy. He reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out, what looked like a cell phone, and stomped on it. The girl trying to get away, and Willy approached them, bringing his cane down on the boy's head with a hard whack. The boy turned around, eyes wandering a little from dizziness, and looked at him. "Stay out of this, pimp, this don't concern you" he snapped, turning around to the girl.

Willy hit him over the head again, and when he turned around, he hit him again. "That's not very nice, my dear boy" he said with a funny little grin. Reya stared at him in shock, clearly not expecting this.

"Oh yeah" said the boy. Willy nodded. "Well neither is this" He tried to throw a punch at him, but Willy merely ducked out of the way and the boy's hand met with the brick wall. He gave a painful cry, and Willy turned to him, examining his hand.

"Oh oh oh" he said, shaking his head. "That doesn't look to good. Take my advice young man. Get a doctor to fix this, go back to school and get an education, and then get a high paying job to rise above the rest. Don't let yourself sink down to this, you've got too much life ahead of you. And I really don't think you'd preffer to spend it in prison for being another one of those 'dumb kids.' No, that won't do. I think you'd just better leave."

The girl stared at Willy with wide eyes, shocked and a little disturbed, and the college boy wore somewhat the same expression. He looked half ready to tear Willy's face clean off his head, but his hand hurt too much, so instead he spat at him and stormed off, threatening he would sue him for every sorry penny he had.

"Well that does seem to be the American way now-a-days, doesn't it" he muttered, and then bent down, picking up the cell phone, or what was left of it. Reya stared at it mournfully. How was she going to explain this to her parents without telling them everything that had actually happened"Am I right in assuming this is yours"

"It was" she said glumly.

"You need to report this to the police, my dear." She made a sarcastic face.

"Oh what a truly wonderful idea! I wonder why I didn't think of that three cell phones ago" He didn't look bothered by this, in fact, he seemed still serious about reporting it to the police. "Listen, sir, whoever you are. Things are different for people like me who aren't afraid to express themselves and step out of the mold, okay? Going to the police is just a joke to them. They'd immediatly assume things went the other way around. That I'd stolen the phone from that creep and broke it. I know in the perfect world we want this to be, prejudices would not exist, but unfortunetly this is real life, and the police won't help."

He nodded, but then looked at her questioningly. "Have you even tried, may I ask"

"Twice" she said darkly. "They don't care. They think I'm getting what I deserve. After all, people like me are always starting school shooting's, right" She rolled her eyes and started to walk away, but he swung his cane in front of her, stopping her. "What" she cried.

He grinned and held up the Wonka bar. "You dropped this, ma'am" he said, handing it to her. She took it from him and nodded.

"Uh, thanks" she said. "I gotta go or my dad's gonna kill me."

"I highly doubt that. After all, he is your father and he loves you, doesn't he" She giggled a little.

"You know what I mean, Mr. uh"

"Read your chocolate bar" he said, and walked off. She looked down and saw nothing but the white letters spelling out WONKA across it. She looked up and made a face. There was nothing on the bar.

"Huh" she asked. He turned, strolled over to her, swinging his cane, and then pointed to the word WONKA with his purple gloved hand.

"It's right there" he said, giving her a strange sort of grin, and then walked off. After he had rounded the corner she looked at the bar again.

Willy was only a few feet away from the alley when he heard the girl shout"You've got to be kidding me" He grinned inwardly and continued down the sidewalk. "Wait" He waited and she ran in front of him.

"Who are you, really" she demanded, eyes narrowing.

"My dear girl, I do believe I just told you, or do you suffer from short term memory loss"

"I suffer from suspicion" she said, rolling her eyes. "Tell me the truth"

"Why would I lie"

"Mr. Wonka never leaves that factory, everyone knows it. Who are you and don't lie" He shrugged.

"I am the great Willy Wonka."

"You need serious help" she said, sneering and walking away.

"Ma'am" she heard him call.

"Forget it! I'm not going to stand here and listen to you lie to me! I'm tired of people lying to me" She turned around and he saw there were tears in her eyes. "You people are all the same. You see a girl and you'll say anything to lure her over. Even claim to be Willy Wonka himself! I'm not falling for it again"

"Actually I was going to ask your name" he said, not seeming to be bothered by her yelling at him.

"Reya" she answered. "And at least I don't lie about my name."

With that she left and he stood there watching her leave. Reya could feel his eyes on her, and she hugged herself and walked faster, her trench coat swaying wildly behind her.

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(A/N: The floppy disk I saved this on decided to act weird, so let me know if anything weird happened to the chapter, like it suddenly jumped somewhere. I didn't have time to read it and check. I need reveiws people! Just be somewhat courteous por favor. Gracias!

-Smeagol's (you can't see me mwa!hahahaha!) girl.)