Demons Don't Feel Love

Chapter two: I don't love you

I pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed. I was plagued with a strange feeling of sadness, which seemed to encapsulate my every thought. I was alone. Tears flooded my eyes and ran softly down my cheeks. I desperately wished for someone to comfort me, to reassure me and let me know that I'd be alright.

"So, this is where you live huh?" I screamed at the sound of his voice. "Jesus, calm down! It's me." He said.

"holy shit, you scared me!" I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath. I paused for moment, confused. "first things first, why are you here?!"

"Oh don't pretend you aren't glad to see me." He said with a bit of knowing sarcasm. He walked over to my bedside and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Seems like every time I see you you're crying, why?"

"Life is trying my patience."

"I understand. Life is merely the reward for surviving the trials of existence." He said lovingly.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"That's my secret." He whispered. I shuttered. God he scares me.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. what's your name?"

"Daren. Now I'm sure you're tired and not in the mood to answer a bunch of questions, but what's the deal with the pictures?"

"There's no way my luck is that bad...."

"What do you mean?" He said.

"I swore I fixed those earlier... hell I've had so much on my mind lately, I'm not so sure if I trust my memory anyway." I replied, suggesting a logical reason for the backwards photographs.

"The mind is fragile when in such state of unrest..." He said, looking at me sympathetically. "don't worry about fixing them, I'll do it." He walked towards the wall and quietly readjusted the frames.

He's so kind... I thought. I started imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. My mind began creating unlikely scenarios, and presenting them to me like movies.

Daren walked towards me after fixing the pictures along the wall. Quietly, as if scared to make any noise at all, he sat on the side of my bed. He didn't smile, but he was gentle when he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I know how you're feeling right now. Your scars don't lie." He whispered.

He leaned in and kissed me, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'll stay here with you, angel. I'll make sure you get plenty of rest, and that you're eating well. You'll never have to worry about anything as long as I'm with you, for I will always protect you." He said tenderly.

Darens voice woke me from my daydream.

"I guess I should go, don't wanna keep you up." He said, walking back towards me.

"Don't go. Stay." I said shyly.

"And why should I stay?" He sat on the edge of my bed. "Don't bother explaining, I know why." He kissed me softly, passionately.

"You're not as shy as you look." I whispered.

"Guess it's one of those nights where I let my walls come down." He said. He hesitated, and looked down at the floor. He sighed a little, as if he had been holding his breath. "I'm a little nervouse to say this because I'm not sure how you'll react..."

I felt anxious and my heart pounded in my chest. I wasn't sure what to expect.

"I want you... just for tonight." He said. He moved closer towards me and lightly tugged at my hair.