all those rage, and i'm still here?

twenty - eight

"All the demons, where could they be?"

I can't see the demons. I try to hide, run, and hide, but how do they find me? I felt shivers through my spine, hands, and feet. My vision was cloudy, and my eyes were dripping with tears. My hands clasped my hurting chest. As I looked around, my paranoia creeping up, I felt I could throw up any moment. The pain had rendered me weak. I was at my breaking point. I made an effort to pause for a moment because it was getting difficult to breathe. Please, please, please, don't let it find me. I thought to myself. My body was still shivering, and I couldn't dare look back. The demons were frightening; I didn't want to look at them.

Once I tried to, they captured me, and I was near insanity. I could barely move. They were extremely dreadful and dangerous creatures.

Now was the only chance I had to escape, and so I ran, not even knowing where I would go. I just wanted to run away and disappear to a far, faraway place where I was safe and where no demons would come to get me. My body began to relax as I made an effort to recall the only reason I wanted to get away. However, as effortlessly as I had been at rest, the subsequent event made me so close to losing my mind. There it was, the demons, beside me. They were grinning, eyes were red. And that's where fear spread throughout my system.

I sat on the cold ground covered in ice, hugging myself. I began sobbing out of dread and yelling for them to leave me alone, but they wouldn't. Instead, they made a slow and deliberate approach while maniacally giggling. My eyes widened as I scanned my surroundings and noticed a light from afar. As soon as I realized that I still had the chance to go, hope began to grow within me. I got to my feet. I knew the moment I saw that light that I had to go there. It makes no difference how; all I had to do was muster the confidence to rise!

When I finally decided to, the demons charged at me and grabbed both of my hands. I cried out in terror. I made numerous attempts to free my hands from their hold, but it was too firm. I only made an effort to drag them along as I moved toward the light. Nevertheless, they were so persistent and did not want to let go. I couldn't help but think that their manic, uncontrollable, and loud laughter would cause my ears to blow out. I noticed the light slipping away, so I made a valiant effort to sprint in that direction.

"Please, please, please, just let me go!" I yelled out in agony, so exhausted by this point. Though my head felt too heavy and I wanted to close my eyes, I was still confident that I could make it to the light. I made numerous attempts. I tried and tried, and tried. But I couldn't take it anymore. I was too frail to sense pain. I felt the demons release their hold on me as I closed my eyes, eventually realizing I was falling to the ground. The last thing I could recall was their happy expression as they turned themselves into me. My body struggled to keep up with the shock that entered my system. I was worn out. I consequently laughed. I cannot see the demon. They're inside me. Most of the time, they are me.