My demons (book 1)

The pain

"You know, one day you will have to fight your demon, or you will starve it out to the point of it dying," Lucas said, after a few moments of silence. "What will come out of it? Guilt? Pain? Sorrow? You will feel it all at once. That could drive you crazy...you could hurt yourself. We can die, you know?"

An unexpected flashback took her aback.

"Aisha, It's a killer. What if it decides to kill you? Because last time I checked, you can die."

"What if we can't die, Jay?"

"I'm fairly sure we can be killed. Almost as much as I'm sure I will be the one who kills you."

A stabbing pain pierced her body as his voice echoed in my mind. She gasped loudly, clutching at her chest as the ache threatened to rip her body into pieces.

"You ok?" Lucas asked, crossing his arms. He was not the type of person that would actually make effort to make anyone feel better but he worried for the brunette next to him. He could see the war waging inside of her and it was wildly reminiscent to another girl who had tried to let her demon overpower her in order to mask her pain. A set of broken silvery eyes filled with unshed tears filled his mind and he had to shake his head to rid of the memory.

"Don't act like you care," she ground out, failing to keep the slight tremor out of her voice or to stop a gentle quiver of her bottom lip.

"I'm not..." he tried but she was too far gone to pay him any mind.

"Don't even start," she cut him off and he sighed in defeat.

Even if he did care for some reason, she really didn't want to explain it to him. It hurt too much and she was tired. Tired of talking and thinking about it. Tired of caring. Trying to distract them both from her pain, she started looking around for her clothes, groaning in sheer annoyance as she remembered him destroying her shirt.

"I think I ripped your shirt. I'll go get you a new one," he said softly and she glared back at him. "Go for it, I don't give a damn," she deadpanned, trying desperately to believe in her words. He shrugged at her sudden hostility, leaving their room.

She was left alone again, pain still burning through her veins. She knew she had been running from her feelings for weeks now. But it was all she knew how to do. She ran, and she ran, and she ran; but no matter how hard or fast or far she ran, she was still lost and she couldn't seem to figure out where she had gone.

She'd forgotten to leave a trail to follow home this time.

She forced herself to get up and start looking through the window in order to distract herself. She saw cars driving below her, saw birds flying by the window, the mountains rising in the distance...and she saw people, walking up and down the street.

Looking at them made her sad. They all had to go somewhere, somewhere they belonged. They had minds of their own, with no one screaming back at them. Their eyes didn't switch colours every now and then. They got to escape life for a few hours every day.

That's what she envied them the most. They could sleep.