Pain, Suffering, and Numb

The Beauty

She knows not her true beauty, it astounds one to know that this magnificent beauty has no idea she is near angelic. Her skin a golden brown from long hours in the sun, her muscles toned from hours of exercise, soft auburn hair, and a face fit for a princess. This woman's beauty permeates to the very depths of her soul, although few have ever seen it. A kind word from her is enough to intoxicate most men, and they often fall madly in love with her. Some men even revere her as a goddess

Yet she refused to see beyond the scars she swore ruined her skin. She was right, however, these scars did exist, but they were on the inside. It's a tragic scene. Her chasing the knife that gave her those scars. It's as if she enjoyed the pain it gives her. She thought she was in control but she's at the will of a demon. She lived on a razor's edge, and some days she leans towards heaven, others, hell. Very rarely did my muse achieve perfect balance.

This demon comes from the very depths of hell, a place where it is said even the devil dare not witness the atrocities committed there. This demon had once been human, but after its time in the pit it became the foul thing that infects the beautiful woman we see before us. It was not just tortured in that foul place, no, it was taught to torture as well, to inflict others with pain akin to its own.

The woman remained unaware of the intruder inside her. Ignorance was not her bliss, for as long as she did not know it inhabited her, it could not be expelled. Her only salvation was to accept she had been possessed and expel the demon on her own. My efforts to help her had been fruitless, for the demon deafened her ears to my pleas.

As you may have guessed dear reader, I was once in love with this beauty. She had captivated my heart in a way no other woman could. My thoughts always returned to her, and many of my waking hours were spent contemplating how to attract her fancy. After she had been possessed however, I had noticed her losing weight at an alarming rate. She had also become more and more irritable and less sociable in this time. It saddened her suitors and I, for although this demon does not affect her outer appearance, it is rending a bloody path through the beauty her soul once held.

She loves the tranquility the water can provide her with. She is more at home on a beach than in any castle or estate. She has a love for the sea, yet the demon has poisoned even this. It makes my heart ache to see her in such pain. She can no longer find true happiness in anything she does, the demon has taken that from her.

I attempted to save her, begged the demon inside of her to strike a deal with me. It was a foolish move and now she has paid the price, for the demon did not appreciate my actions and apparently enjoyed its current home. Instead of leaving her it dug itself in deeper, rooting itself in the very base of her soul. As it did this it tore through her, wounding her worse than ever before. All I could do was watch in horror as the demon devours all she used to be.

Perhaps you expect a decent ending, and perhaps you deserve one. Sadly, I cannot give you one fit to sate your appetite. For this story has no end. It continues on even as I write this line.