It was cold.
I wrapped up tighter in my blankets and shivered, even though I knew the blankets wouldnt help with this kind of cold. I felt my stomach twist and knot as I wondered in fear which one it was that was hiding in the shadows. It's reasonable to be afraid of the dark. No one knows what is hidden in the darkest corners on the room, the darkest corners of your mind. No one nows what creatures lurk in the shadows of everyday life. Monsters could be under your bed. In your closet. And always in your mind. People over look the darkness, impulse making them look away before they search too far into the shados and see the truth.
But I know the truth.
I finally pushed away my hesitation and blinked open my eyes and looked around without moving my head and met a pair of gleaming eyes in the farthest corner of my room. I didnt look away despite the burning pain in my eyes that was more than the sting of not blinking. Slowly, quietly, the eyes blinked and vanished. I let out a heavy sigh as the icey air around me warmed once the eyes had stopped watching me, for now.
These werent monsters you could touch.
Some are the ones that hide outside of occupied homes, under the shadows of trees and tall buildings, in the trees or abandoned houses with nothing but the trace of life left. These are the ones people have defeated, the ones who starve. The shadows of doubt that stopped being doubted. The fears that stopped being feared.
Then there are the ones who followed in the shadow of your being no matter where you go. They fade when you are happy, but as soon as the smile fades they rush back up to take advantage. These are the ones that hide under your bed and in your closet and watch you in your sleep and send you cold chills as they brush your skin. Waiting for weakness. These are the things we still fear, we still doubt. They feed on your pain and fear and doubt, until you either get rid of the fear and they starve, or give into it and die.
You dont always win the fight with your inner demons.
I dont know why I see these shadows. I see them and cant tell you what they feed off of, but I can tell you how strong they are. The brighter the eyes means the more... healthy they are. Ho strong the fear is that they feed from. Now, the dull eyes, these are the ones with the fears that are almost gone and it has nothing to feed from. Its straving. These are the ones I can stare down when they meet my gaze, which is rarely.
I wish I didnt know this. I wish I didnt see them. No of them, but exspecially not these.
It was scary, the strongest demons, they werent just eyes.
They were forms, multated forms with arms and legs and made the scariest noises that only I seemed to hear.
I had a few of my own formed demons.
As if the thought had summoned it something grunted. It sat in the corner where the other eyes had just vanished. It had bright, bright, blood red eyes with a slight dull to them. A long black body and long arms and legs, formed in some way that you just cant explain the shape. Long white claws and fangs with blood stained tips flashed in the dakrness. These slashed open the worst fears in your mind, slashed open your mind which hurt so much you mistake the pain to be physically.
I knew this demon well, even though its eyes had only a slight difference from the last time I had seen it.
It fed off my physical pain that I caused myself for mental thoughts.
This was the strongest demon I had in my thoughts, though one was almost as strong.
It was my blood demon.
