Demon Wolf named Chris

Chris's backstory {continued}

I was passing through all of these memories. Memories I never wanted to see again. It was driving me crazy. I didn't know how to make it stop.
I appeared in a room that was colored with blue. In this room was a girl sitting in the corner. She was crying and saying how much she hated her life. She had chains connected to her legs and hands.
These chains represented how I was knocked down and controlled. The chains rose into the air,so did the girl. She picked up a razor blade in her hand. Her eyes glimmered with tears as she stared at her hand.
She stuck a piece of cloth in her mouth and bit down. She took the blade and cut a  deep line down her arm.She screamed into the shirt and threw the blade across the room.
I walked over to her and put the cloth on her arm. I remember this moment very well. I still have the scar. The girl could see me cause it was my memories and she was me. The door to our room opened and my now present mom came in the room.
She couldn't see me though. She picked up the girl and asked why she was crying. She looked at her arm and rushed her out of the room. She screamed for my father and my brother. In this memory I was 13.
The memory faded and I was met with another. This was when my mother/nurse died. The memory replayed several times as she was killed. I sat and stared each time.
The ceiling then started to implode. I covered my head and ducked as if was real. The room was now white. The part behind me started to collapse and I ran away from it. It followed me until I ran into a door.
I opened the door. These memories was of me when I was in the foster home. I was underfed and dirty. The kids never payed  attention to me and I never payed attention to them. I became a bookworm and read in the corner all the time.
Even after I was adopted I was still reading. Now I was seeing my somewhat good memories. The only thing was that I was in these memories by myself. I developed a liking for art. I would spend hours drawing.
Other times I was reading or talking to my dolls. I pretended they were my friends. Surprisingly this worked. I was able to express myself through drawing. I let off steam through my dolls.
Another door was presented in front of me. This time it was showing me the times that my powers would take over. I would fall in tantrums or set things on fire. I constantly felt like something was following me. At the same time I thought that this figure was protecting me.
This figure also had a special place in my mind. I could talk to him but I couldn't see him. He would also help me get through life.Sometimes he would even stop me from doing something stupid to myself. He couldn't stop me all the time though.
  I had lots of scars and stitches from cutting. My mom noticed but didn't try to do anything. This is where Cara had come in. I think the figure inside of my head was happy that Cara came along. He told me his name Astaroth.
  Astaroth always told me that he would show himself when I was my true self. Red filled the room around me. In the distance I could see a figure walking towards me. As they got closer I could tell that they had a male structure. When he got to me I could see a blue aura around him just like mine.
  When he approached me he started to talk to me. "Hello Christy. Nice to finally see you now."he said. "Wh--who are you?I asked. "You've grown so much in all these years! When I met your mom I never knew she would make such a beautiful creation!"he ignored me.
  "Who are you?" Why are in my head and how do you know my mom? I said once again,now aggregated and wanted to know how he knew my mom. "...*sighs* I'm Astaroth... Chris and your mom made a deal with the Demon Lord,therefore I was created. I'm the one who has talked to you all these years...I'm as you would call me imaginary friend"he smiled.
My mind went blank and my eyes filled with tears. I hugged him as tight as I could and he hugged me back. Astaroth had red hair which would explain my red streak. He wore a black hoodie and ripped jeans. He floated and had wolf ears. He had 6 fuzzy demon tails,while I had half that number.
   "Astaroth,thank you..!"I said softly. "Don't get lovey dovey on me now ok kid"he replied. I giggled and let go of him