Demon

Clouds. Rain. ..... Darkness.

Clouds. Rain. ..... Darkness.

For fifteen years , fifteen years of my miserable life here on this wretched planet, called Earth. I've been trying to escape, trying to re-create what once was, and put back what is right in the balance of the universe.

-Present Day-

"I wish it would stop raining, everyday is the same"

"It's been rainin here for fifteen years mizz, I doubt it will stop any soon"

"Hmm, I know. Well, I'm off, see you when I get home Lahrrissa"

Everyday is just the same, same clouds, same rain, same walk from home to work. I wish something would change instead of it being so dark and miserable all the time. I miss the green forests, the blue skies, and even the colour of the turquoise water down at the lake that shimmered and twinkled from the suns raise. I even wish I could swim, I'm sixteen years old and I still can't swim.

"Argh" dammit! , there goes all my work, straight onto the ground, soaking up every drop of water from the puddle it had all landed in, I guess that's what happens when I think and don't pay any attention. Wait, what's that? As I looked to the right of my newly wet papers, I saw a newspaper, but with strange writing all over it, written, in a strange black liquid that wasn't ink, infact, it wasn't even close to ink, it was thick...and moving...