Demons (Long post, sorry!)
Everyone's heard about how everyone has a demon. That's not that big of a deal. Well, here is my story of my own demon. He had a pale complexion with dark hair and eyes. He was like heroin to me, and I was addicted. My family warned me to stay away, but it was too late. I was hooked. When he looked at me, he made it feel like we were the only ones on earth. When he kissed me, I felt like I was soaring in a cloud of ecstasy. He treated me like I was his queen, and damn it, I loved it. We were happy for a couple of months, but then he started to change. I never noticed it, I was so caught up in our 'love'. Once again, my family tried to warn me, but he said they were just scared of losing me. I believed him. After all, why would my love lie to me? Soon, my family quit talking to me, and it was like I had no family. It was just the two of us, and I couldn't be happier. My entire life was devoted to him, and every time I was close to him, I felt loved. Then, I gave him everything, and we were closer than ever. I woke up the next morning and watched him leave for work, and he never came back. My drug, my heroin, was gone. He died on his way home from work. At least, that's what I thought as I went insane with grief. My family found me in an bad condition, screaming his name. As I went through withdrawals, my family explained to me that there was never a man. My love was nonexistent, a part of my imagination. How could that be? I still clearly remember every touch, his scent, everything about him. How could I make all of that up? But one thing kept buzzing at the back of my mind. That last night with him, his black eyes flashed red. That morning, he was cold and distant. As he left my house, he never took the vehicle. In fact he never did, he always just disappeared. Just like that morning, when he said goodbye, I had used up my usefulness. Then I watched as he disappeared into the earth, his skin blistering and horns erupting out of his head. No one believes me when I say this, but I know it's true. How else do you explain how ever since that night, I can hear screams of pain everywhere I go? How I can see the shadows of other demons by everyone?
