Fallen Angel

3.0

With a bag over my head, I wish I was dead

It was night I'm guessing. They still haven't sent to get me. Guess I'm spending the night in the basement.

As I lay on the cold hard floor of the basement I look up at the ceiling. Pipes and tubes designed it. A maze with no end and no beginning.

After staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes I close my eyes and enter a dark place in my mind. A place where nightmares lay, a place where the devil within us lives. Fears and phobias creep at every corner. Unwanted terrors everywhere. And finally painful memories that you are forced to watch. Spiders and snakes crawl and slither around waiting for the kill.

This is every night for me. Watching the scene of my parents death over and over like a broken radio. Unable to stop.

And the demons. They haunt you. Point out all your flaws and mistakes. They make you look at a mirror and tell you all the bad things about you. "Your too fat", "your nose is too large", "you should have died" and "DIE". The demons inside are faithful servants of the devil within. Something I believe is that when we are born, although we are angels the devil sneaks a piece of his soul in us. Every time we get discouraged, frightened or doubted it grows. It continues to grow until it becomes a person inside of us. A friend, you may say. It's what turns you insane.

After my last thought my eyes stay shut and darkness consumes my mind.

(A/n my first authors note for this book :), I'm going to make this quick and thank all of the people that reads this, and thank you jakepatt for the cover above or the left/right, well byeeeeeee)