My Demons (Book 1)

Chapter 5: The Demon Within

Alex's p.o.v

It was dark. No shit Sherlock. What the fuck? The voice inside my head went silent. What was happening? My heart was pounding away in my chest. I do not know where the hell I was and now I had discovered that I had an annoying voice in my head. Brilliant.

I am not a voice. I am your demon.

My demon?

Yes, your demon. I am rage, hatred, greed, jealousy and all of your sins and negative emotions. In a nutshell, I am your worst nightmare.

My breaths became quick and short. How was this happening? Why was this happening to me? No, this was not happening.

"It's just a dream. Pinch yourself and you will wake up." Problem. We're tied up and blindfolded. But apart from that logic, yes you can pinch yourself. I hated him. He was a total jackass. Your welcome, I'm here for the rest of your existence, so we have many eternities to enjoy together! Yay! Sorry if I was not bouncing up and down with joy. It's okay. I understand that you would if it was not for the blindfold and rope.

"Aarrgghhh!" I yelled out in anger. Just shut the hell up! Never.

Ten. Nine. Eight. You're counting. Seriously? Seven. Six. Ha! Ha! Ha! Five. You are pathetic! Four. Three. Two. No wonder your parents left us! One.

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! YOU ARE GONNA SHUT UP AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT!" I shouted at him. I was in charge around here, not him. After that, all I heard was white noise.

My head throbbed badly. I wanted to bang it hard against a wall. Phil was right. This was a bad idea. None of this would have happened if I had never left the orphanage and met my uncle.

The creaking of a door opening made me sit up. Someone was watching me. I bit my tongue to hold back the hatred and anger I had been bottling up and this stupid voice did not help either. Who are you calling stupid? You, now be quiet or I will...well I did not know what I would do. What do you do to an imaginary voice in your head? Telling it to shut up did not work obviously.

Imaginary voice! I am your inner demon. Do you know how long I have waited to talk? Sixteen years! That's a long time to wait. Do you know how exasperating it is to want to talk, but you can't? It's so fucking infuriating!

Suddenly, I was blinded by a bright light. I screwed up my eyes and put my hands in front of my face. My uncle stood before me holding a knife and the blindfold. He had a smug look on his face. I wanted to punch him until he could not even move his mouth to smile. He held out this hand to help me up. I looked at it with disgust.

"I can get up by myself. Thank you very much," I said slowly, my eyes still trying to adjust to the light. Standing up, I narrowed my eyes at him. He gave me a deadly glare in return. We continued to glare at one another. My face was glowing red with annoyance.

"We are family. You don't want to admit it but I need you and you need me. So stop being so childish and come with me...NOW!" He ordered, confidence radiating off him.

"I hate you," I said, clenching my fist. My lips snarled with rage. His temper flared.

"Well you can just be alone your entire life like the mistake and disgrace you are!" He replied, raising his voice. His words hurt like a knife to the heart. I noticed that he emphasised the word "mistake". Was he serious? My legs felt wobbly and my hands were shaking. Was he threatening me?

My anger simmered. No one talked to me like that and gets away with it. I folded my arms across my chest and stood tall. He remained motionless, his face like a stone mask. Damon Bloodsworth was too proud to admit that he had made the biggest mistake of his life. "Fine then. I will," I croaked, almost choking on the abominable taste of betrayal. Tears stung my eyes.