short stories, sketches, and rants

Demons

I feel the water filling my lungs, inky black as it surrounds me.

I feel my mind breaking, crumbling.

I hear the voices echoing around my head.

I feel my fear, despair, joy, anger, bleeding away. Numb.

I look at the bottle in my shaking hand and take out two pills, swallowing them dry.

I see myself in the mirror, a mess of makeup and clothes that seems perfect. A mask.

I feel like I'm losing myself, or have I already lost her.

I fall to the floor as the disease takes over my mind, my body screaming in pain but my voice silent.

I watch my soul being dragged into the pits of hell, tortured by the demons I can not control.

I cry out for help, screaming for anyone to take me away from here.

I can feel a presence just drifting out of reach but still welcoming.

I break out of the murky waters, hearing a voice.

"I will help you." It says, echoing off the waves of my hurt.

I chase after the voice, swimming until my lungs burn and my arms and legs feel weak.

I come upon an island just as I start to loose hope.

I crawl out of the waters, coughing and shaking.

I feel a hand on my shoulder as someone says "rest."

I black out, but not before knowing I am home.