Ångest

1. Hazel

He's been there from the beginning. He always has been, Now he was ready to end my life for good. He's had enough of smearing black and red throughout my nightmares, He was ready to finally take control.

I was sat at an antique writing office. Coffee stained french paper was on the desk stacked up in neat piles. There was a heavy iron door with a slight crack in it allowing a small shimmer of light to glare through. The light lit up the books on the old mahogany desk. Behind me, a window covered in dust letting a small amount of moonlight in. Time was ticking and i was waiting for him to arrive. Cloyingly sweet smelling sweat was gluing me to the chair but it wasn't like i was getting up anytime soon. Soft unheard footsteps patter from outside the door.

'Good evening Hazel' A voice that only i would ever know. Ångest.
He steps through the door letting all the light in, He looked slightly different than the last time i saw him. It's been a year but i'm sure his personality hasn't changed.
'What's it been.. 11 months?'
He smirks and glares at me, His hair which was once blonde now a dark murky brown. His eyes still as black as midnight watching my every move.
'Yes Ångest, More or less' I say quietly. I couldn't help but wonder why he chose this dusty old room.
'Why here?' I ask and stand up, I take a closer look at the desk inspecting each engraving carved by hand onto the table.
'I've seen your works, You're talented sweetheart' Ångest speaks his words and steps closer towards me.
'Perhaps' I say and put my hair behind my ear.
'My love, I have important things to say to you' He says worriedly, It must be important because i've never seen him like this, Ive never seen him act so sweet.
'What?..' I say and sit on the corner of the mahogany desk.
'Tomorrow isn't going to be a good day.' He says and holds my hand. His hand is cold to the touch but also so soft.
This isn't right, Something isn't right. Ångest is never like this.
'Why are you here Ångest? Why are you being so nice?' I say and step away from him.
'I love you Hazel' He says and steps closer.
'I think i lov-'

My words cut off.
I open my eyes.
I'm in my room, It's dark. Absolutely no light. I can feel a presence watching me,waiting for me to notice it.
'Are you in love with me Hazel?' Ångest says angrily, Deeper than it just was. I open my eyes wider, His hair was back to the sweet, bright blonde. I don't say a word.
'Hazel..' He says, growling 'Are you.. In love.. With me?' He says grabbing my arm and pulling me up.
I don't know wether to cry or scream.

Here's the thing, We're all born with a demon, an angel or both. Demons were designed in a way to torture you for the life best suited to you, They make some people depressed, suicidal, self conscious. They're meant to scare you, make you angry even. Angels were there to support you and care for you. I was cursed with a demon, A dashingly handsome demon. He was tall, around 6ft. Long blonde crisp curls covered his eyebrows and the top of his head with deep black soulless eyes. Honestly he wasn't even that nasty, i've never felt threatened or scared when he was present.

'Hazel, I'm going to leave you with that thought' He says, before i can speak he's gone leaving me in this cold dark room.
What on earth was that dream i had, I can't really be in love with him right? That's not a thing. Being in love with your demon..

Morning came around fast after that night, It was a grey golden morning with few clouds in the sky, I climbed out of my rickety bed and sat in front of my mirror. All of a sudden i felt cold strong hands grab my shoulders. I look up at the mirror and see Ångest stood behind me. His perfectly black night sky eyes were watching me in the mirror, Blue veins stood out from his strong arms. I couldn't help but feel excited that he was here.
'Morning Hazey, Ready to be tortured today?' He grins with his evil toothy smile.
'Oh Ång, I'm prepared for this new school' I say and before i know he's gone again.

I begin to brush my hair with my old brush. The sound of scavenging fills my ears, I turn around to see Ångest rummaging through my draws. Clothes were flying out from behind him as he pulled my stuff out.
'Wear this' He says as he holds up a short black skirt and a white top.
'Ång, I'm not wearing that it's too slutty' I frown and finish putting on my mascara.
'I like it when you look like a slut' He grins again and places the clothes in my hand.

I put on the skirt and the shirt, I look like an old hooker that you'd find prowling on the streets looking for guys to dominate.
I cant wait for today..