The Demon Who Followed The Girl

The night was so lonely. It was late. She had to do an overtime.  Walking alone in this lone night used to be peaceful; for a day... For the only first day.

The following Shadows, roars of the bikes, whistlings and all made her understood one thing; beautiful things are often a fake attraction. Lyies down there is the truth, without the masks. And without these masks you get to see the real faces.

For these true faces had only one truth, 'she was asking for it, why else she would be walking alone this late?'... She could be enjoying the chilli breeze, the night view or she could also be trying to meet the two ends by doing overtimes. But did they hear her pleas? Did they hear her painful whimpers? Did they listened to the NO-s she shouted with the last of her energy? No, they didn't. For them had a truth; if she really didn't wanted it, she could've stoped it. For them, if she couldn't beat their physical strength, that means she wanted it. All her pleas, pain, tears and shouting were just her being shy.

After surviving the hell, everyone expected her to some days off. But for her, who had no one but herself couldn't afford it, bear it. This was her comfortings, by burying herself in the workload. Nobody saw that, nobody tried to understand her. They didn't know her. Instead of the days they spent together, they decided to judge her over the night they didn't saw. At the end they too blamed her.

She still worked. That's what she all did in her life. She studied hard, got a job, started to work hard and still working. Without being able to heal, without being judged.... She had to act to herself that everything is fine. She was haunted by their tauntings.

The night was beautiful today. Even with the flickering light, she felt peace. Weirdly, it's the first time ever she felt this much peace after the hell. Maybe, she never felt peace until now.

For several other night she felt the same. The peace. She doesn't feel the fear, now walking through the dark. The tauntings didn't stop, but it stopped haunting her. She stopped feeling their unwanted feelings. Her was still the same; work, overtime, eat, sleep and repeat.
She stopped being miserable. She is not healed completely. Those wounds doesn't heal that easily anyway. But she could feel the healing. That feeling of healing contented her; put her in peace.

The night suddenly felt bright for her. Is it the moon? Definitely not the flickering street light. But still everything felt right. It was silent. The chilling breeze played her hair. She skipped her steps. Savoring the peace. Afraid of losing it, she embraced each bit of it.

While locking the gates, she missed something; a shadow. A shadow that wasn't hers. A shadow that followed her to the house. A shadow that towered over her, yet she missed it. Pure in bliss, she was still peaceful... The puppy who was barking hysterically, accepted the affection gave by her. She went to freshen up.

The night sheltered the shadow and the moon grinned at it, reflecting the light towards it. The shadow was a solid figure, yet it was a shadow. When the shadow grinned back at the moon , the puppy whimpered and ran in searching for its owner; her.

The shadow had the wide smile reaching till it's ear, showing off its many pointed teeth. Like a normal human, it had the black bead eyes with a light hue surrounding. Similar to the yin and yang, the dark and light complimented the shadow. Bright fire was it's hair highlights and the outfit perfected the blending. The demon.

The demon was the last shadow stalked her throughout the late nights. Instead of whistlings, it did silence. The hell day was the day the demon felt ashamed about the humans. The humans who were similar to the angels and the demons had one thing in difference, the humanity within them. Humans were the difference between angels and demons.

The demon cannot be an angel but it could be a better human. When humans decided to throw away the humanity, the demon who felt ashamed, decided to be better a human. So, it gave her peace.

In a piece of clothing, there she hanged from the ceiling. Her feet struggled and then slowly swayed.
Nobody felt remorseful, when they heard about the lone girl gave up on her life. When humans left the humanity, they left the guilt too. So they became a better demon. And the demon did a better human act.

Finally she held the freedom. Maybe she will find her home at last in death.