The Demon Inside

the past

I went back to the house .the same house where i had been mercilessly tortured . I couldnt sleep in peace not here . Never here . I couldnt go to anybody . I had no freinds . My life had revolved around strict rules and traditions . I had spent my entire life at home not talking to anybody .i had been home schooled . I had never known what it was to walk onthe streets freely. We would go for dinner sometimes but only in our car with a male elder .my elder sister had been molested and my father did not want to risk that happening with me . She had just been in third grade when i wasnt even born . She had commited sucide just before my birth and from then onwards my dad swore to keep me safe  and just to keep me safe he cut off my social world . He never let me interact wih anybody . I had just met the daughters of the few freinds he had and they were not what you call freinds . they were just people who came because they had to. I had learnt to live alone .but i did like the hustle outside . The noise of the cars and the sound of human voice trying to talk to each other even though their voices are drowned by the noises of the horns of different cars and the loud speakers which make announcements that are totally useless to mankind . I would look outside the small window and that was when i saw him for the first time. He was not very good looking . He had dark brown eyes black hair a crooked nose and and big lips . But he was the only man who had ever looked back at me (well ofcourse besides the pictures of logan lerman bradley cooper and alexander ludwig . I would stare into the eyes of these three men for hours and the pictures would stare back at me . but by the end of ot they were just pictures )he smiled and i shut the curtains of my window and sat back thinking of the first man who had ever acknowledged me .