These scars remind us that the past is real...

Demons

As she's walking down the winding dirt path, she begins to think.
She thinks of the past, like always.
Of the bad, never the good, always the bad.
She begins to walk faster, as she hears the demons of her past slithering behind her slowly.
Demons that like to dress up as the people that have hurt her.
She sees her parents, and their fighting.
She sees her cousin, who ended his life at 19 and no one knows why.
She picks up speed as she turns the corner, the demons right on her heels.
She sees her grandma, the hatred that's written on her face.
She her sisters, all of them wishing they didn't have to deal with lame little sister.
More demons show up in front of her, she hear a voice say, "go left!"
She turns to see the boy she loves, an she starts to run to him.
Half way there she sees something different, he's eyes are black not the brown she knows.
She turns and runs into the trees, looking back, only to see the people that would be better off without her.
She rushes out of the trees into a small field, her demons surround the tree lines.
She looks to the middle of the field to find a girl, looking away from her.
She moves closer to the girl, she turns her around.
She is now face to face with the scariest demon she has, herself.
"Look at you!" The demon says.
"Why would you think anyone would love something as hideous as this?" The demon says picking up a strand of hair and lets it fall.
The demon throws her hands up and the girl is being held in the air, by chains she cannot slip from like before.
"Everyone here would better off without you!" The demon picks up a knife.
"No one would have to deal with a lame little sister that wasn't suppose to be on this earth in the first place!" The demon grabs the girls wrist.
"What was that saying that we've heard?" The demons smiles wickedly.
She presses the knife to the girls skin.
"Was it down the river not across the bridge?" The demon says and pulls the blade down slowly, causing the most unbearable pain the girl has felt.
"You are useless!"
"You shouldn't be here!"
"Why don't you kill your self!?"
"No ones gonna love you!"
This and more was shout at her by the people she calls family.
She looks up to see the boy she loves.
His eyes are no longer black, but brown and full of sorrow.
She looks down and see the chains are gone but the cuts are still there, still letting the blood flow out.
She looks up again to she her four best friends there all teary eyed, and huddled together.
She turns around and see the boy again.
She walks up to him and sees the tears.
"Why!? How!?" He shouts.
'It was not me. Please, believe me!' The girl says.
He shakes his head sadly and walks back the tree line.
She turns to see her friends, the people that love her, faults and all.
'Please, guys believe me. I never cut this deep or down the river!' The girl yell as tears feel her eyes.
"All it takes it one hard push of blade in the wrong direction."
"We never wanted this to happen in the first place."
"We were here for you, why didn't you come to us?"
"We love you. Why do this after so long?"
They all say, and turn and fade away.
The girl turns again to be face to face with her demon self again.
"See this why we fallow. This is why we haunt people." The demon said, she turns the girl around.
There's a coffin with an opened lid.
The girl looks down to see herself, her pale face and brown hair and the marks are her wrist.
'No.' The girl say and backs away.
'No!' She turns and runs back into the trees.
'Help!' She yells running.
She hits a dirt road and bumps into someone.
'Sorry.' "Sorry." They say together.
The girl stands up and looks down to see the boy she loves, she looks at her wrist to see the cuts were gone.
"What's wrong, baby?" He says. "Looks like you've seen a ghost."
'Nothing. Nothing's wrong now that you're here.' She says and hugs him. 'Please never leave.' She whispers.
"Only when you say leave will I go." He says hugging her back.
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I wake up in a cold sweat and look down, to make sure it was only a dream.
No cuts only old scars from long, long ago.
I lay back down and roll over to see the boy who loves me and who I love, asleep.
We grew up and got married, and had a boy and a girl.
I smile to myself and whisper,
'I did it. I fought my demons and won.'
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Not many can say they've won the fight. I have not won yet. This just what I hope I will be able to say one day soon.