It was 8th grade. Art class. I took the form of a human named [redacted] and hung out alot with the one thing i created. A human. Perfected to my liking. She started out unknowing of me. As if i were a stranger. Only if she knew. It all started when she went a type of 'yandere' and i helped her and calmed her. I felt accomplished. I found someone i could call mine. But first she needs to be mine. So, biting my lip with anticipation, i ask her to be mine. Hesitantly she says yes. I smile. Happier than a puppy getting its ball. Happier than a man getting a raise. I was content. But. I was unfamiliar with human language. Unfamiliar with communication. My world crashed down as i heard the simple words,"i think we should break up" i sat. On my bed staring at the glowing screen with the words in front of my face. Crying. Blood. Red ooze drips from my eyes as i was crushed. I was filled with sadness. Then anger. I blamed her. And instead of trying to make it better i only made it worse. I blamed her for everything. Getting others to hate and pick on her. Im a fool. A dumb bloody fool. I was numb. Numb to pain so much so i tried other humans to be with. All failed. Not a one of them could be as good as her. A year passed. Drugs. Alcohol. Trouble. That was all i did. I wasnt human. I couldn't feel it. On the edge of suicide i pick up my phone, sitting on the edge of a cliff i text her.
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Demons Diary
PertualanganThe story of an average demon queen. She lives an average life with the love of her life amongst the human world. Only three people know of her dark secret.
