Everyone has demons.
They manifest themselves in different ways; losing a job, failing an exam, a crappy date. Some are more serious - alcoholism, drug use and various others. I was no different I guess, except that, well, most people fight their demons, they struggle against them with all their being, but in that respect I was different; I let them win. I watched as they ripped the last shreds of happiness from my worn soul, damn it, I waved, handed it to them willingly.
I was weak, too weak to even look up as they taunted me, their words echoing in my twisted consciousness,
‘You are nothing, sniveling weak little boy, I’d tell you to run to your mother, but she doesn’t love you anymore, no-one does. You are a dog, worse, a flea on a dog. Worthless, you don’t even fight back. They’d be better off without you, just do it! No-one would even notice! No-one cares.’
I almost listened to them a few times; the pills lined out on the bathroom counter, the rope wrapped tightly around my scarred hands, my “father’s” gun clutched tightly in my shaking fingers. But something stopped me every time. I just kept thinking, what if, what if there could be something filling the hollowness inside my chest, a light in the swirling darkness clouding my every thought.
I kept thinking what if something, someone, could pull me out?
I decided I wasn’t going to fight the darkness, but instead I would wait for that one thing that could save me.
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Broken In a Crowded Bar - Larry Stylinson AU ~ACTUAL HIATUS THIS TIME~
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