My Demon

Daily Life

My own demon, one that takes care of me. Is it so ridiculous to aske for such a thing? Something I am willing to sell my soul for....

Broad daylight peaking in through the curtains. Late in the afternoon, sitting at my desk with a plethora of things scattered across it. Text book messily piled atop one another, accompanied by the wire to my headphones which provided me with loud music blocking out unwanted thoughts as I continued working on the summer assignments that were barely half way done, and were expected to be turned in sooner rather than later. The seemingly easy chemistry questions only getting harder the more they were reread. A quick glance around the unchanging room, out of boredom and slight irritation. The thoughts starting to drift away from the music, into the dark chest of forbidden thoughts. To the pencil that was held in the wrong hand then to vivid images of it finding a better place in my neck rather than in the metal meshed cup to the left of the wooden desk Infront of me. Then gradually conscious once more, back to the assignment it is, though it still is no clearer than before.

'Now what?'

'What if I had a demon like Sebastian in black Butler?'

'Then would I be satisfied?'

'Hmm...'

'Maybe if...no, it wouldn't work anyway.'

'You have already tried it once, there's no chance of it working...'

'Get back to working in your materialistic world.'

From then on it is just rereading the same words, wondering what they mean. Then mindlessly flipping through pages, trying to understand them as if they were in a new language.

The day continues on like this until it is time for sleep, and even then, it doesn't end there. It is getting dressed and then lying in bed and endlessly scrolling through tik toks till sleep becomes needed, and continuing an hour after, finally going to bed around 3 or 4 in the morning just to get up and repeat the day.

Though this time it appears to be a dream.