Deranged

Devil

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Oh death I do. Then come with me amourphous. Fall with me into the madness forever.

    There are many theory's about dreams I've come to learn growing up. Some believe when you see someone you know it means they were thinking of you once you fell asleep. Others say re-ocurring nightmares could be your past haunting you. The only thing I've ever dreamed of was the past stuff. But last night when I'd finally fallen asleep was the first time I had dreamed in what has felt like forever. I've only dreamed of three things my entire life until now and I'm so confused. Do good dreams exist? I can't seem to ever remember ever having one sweet dream.

   The devil himself took my dreams it was part of the deal we made oh so long ago. I dream of him he comes to me when I'm sleeping. A loud muffled melody plays in the back ground as he asks me to join him in eternity forever. But I never get a chance to answer because he fades away into a distant cinical laugh that chills me to the bone. If it wasn't that dream then it was reliving when I had died and ment him and then there was the dream of burning bodies surrounded by the menacing shadows following the past days that I lived through.

  Since I rarely ever sleep, well now that I think of it I've never really slept more than three hours a night. No more, no less since we made the everlasting contract. I chuckled to myself. Was it him who made me dream this new dream does the devil want me working with "death". Whoever this man is he's in my dreams now taunting me, drawing me into the madness just like the devil had and so far it was working. The devil never would show his face to me. Always wearing that dark mysterious hood he wore, his horns black as night coming through the hood. He had a smile whiter than a sheet a paper so perfect it made me smile a genuine smile. Not out of hate and revenge just a simple smile something I'd never done.

Flashback*

Who are you mister?" I wondered as his dark horns were surrounded by a black fog

"Why I'm the devil deary?"

"The devil? The bad man in the bible? The one like me?"

'Like You? No deary you're  like me. I'm here to help you."

"With what ?"

"Your future deary."

"My future."

"Yes. You will get rid of your parents when you're ready once you are old enough. All's you have to say is five little words three times over my love. Devil death time to deal. And I'll be there. But in return I get two things.

Yes sir what is It?

Your dreams and your soul when you die.

Hmm....deal. It's worth it anyhow I smiled up at the hooded figure.

See ya later deary.

  Two weeks ago I spoke those words that I had been holding in for about 12 years. I didn't care about my soul then or now. It had made no difference to me. They had drawn the last straw finally I was done with them all.

But why this new dream about death of all things. He's insane like me maybe? What are you trying to tell me? Darkness what does the devil want from me I thought to myself. Silence. Of course no answer.

The voices started when I was in kindergarten after I had died an had come back to life. After that they showed up an they never left again. My father held my head under the water in the bathtub when I disobeyed him. He did it until I couldn't move anymore until I couldn't feel the pain anymore. Until the blackness swallowed me whole. That's when I met him the first time I saw death. He had no face just a dark looming evil shadow you could feel the power radiating off of him. He was overwhelming to be around suffocating in madness. The darkness sticking to him as if it were his shadow I could feel the power within the demon. This was death and it's my time is all I remeber thinking. I reached my tiny fingers out to touch him but my fingers had passed through death suddenly my finger tips were ice cold. When I pulled back my hand it was covered in black oze that started to consume me. Slowly creeping over my body and I was drowning again. When I had awoke I woke in utter darkness with the ground covered in deep red blood that streched as far as I could see. But for the first time I wasn't scared I was relaxed finally I felt as if I was at peace. Death had talked to me for what felt like a life time, but I can't remeber what he spoke to me. The memory  was all fuzzy his voice muffled. Only thing I can remeber was him saying "I'll be coming again" only thing I could make out was a dark shadowing grin. Then I was brought back to life.