A/N: I based this chapter on the song Control by Halsey. I also borrowed some of it's lyrics because I couldn't help myself. The song was so creative and deep.
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In the middle of the slums where thieves, criminals, and beggar lives, there lies a beautiful house that compares to no other.
With its colorful walls, pretty garden and bright lights that shine the whole area.
It stands out from the rest that makes everyone stare at it's beauty.
But no one dared to come near at the house for rumors say...
That a devil dwells in it.
And they were right.
The house looked pretty but it was haunted by the devil.
It's inside can't compare to the beauty it has on the outside.
Living in that house was a nightmare.
It was cold and chilly.
Every night the hallway would groan in pain
The kitchen will scream and the monsters would come alive.
I'd lock my room and hide in my bed but it wasn't enough.
The demon would seep in and enter my mind
It'd whisper thoughts.
Dangerous thoughts that I refuse to accept.
Since then, I would battle them every night in my sleep.
I desperately push them out but they'd always come back creeping in.
One night, I went to the kitchen and screamed at the devil to the stop.
But it only got worse and the devil grew stronger.
To each and every single day that would pass by, I grew weaker and weaker.
I'd jumped at the slightest of sound.
But the silence wasn't any better 'cause it only drove me insane.
I was getting exhausted with all the battles that I had and my body is slowly giving up.
I can't do anything to stop him and it was only tiring me out.
I was beginning to lose control of myself and I'm scared of that.
The fear of losing control had me in shambles
I would cry every night for I knew he would come.
And for every tear I shed, the devil would laughed.
Little by little, I began losing my senses.
He blocked my hearing with the noises in my mind.
He blinded me with false illusions
He drained me of my energy and I lost movement.
Lastly, the only thing I had left was stolen away from me.
The greatest weapon I could ever have which is...
My Voice.
He took it away before I could even call for help.
He took the ability I have to convey my thoughts, my feelings and opinions.
He stole it from me and locked it in a place no one could ever reach.
I tried to fend him off but I failed.
That day, I lost my voice was the day he took complete control of me.
That was also the day I died.
My body was alive but my soul already died.
