We all have our demons.
For most, it can be in the form of a mental illness.
But what if the demons that haunt you in your dreams, or in your every day life, aren't just a part of your psyche?
What if, they were actual, real life demons?
What if, the voices you hear telling you how "worthless" and "stupid" and "undeserving" you are, are not just a part of your mental illness, but a real life demon?
But, what would you do, if that (real) demon started asking, or down right telling you to do things?
Terrible, unforgiving things - like killing your own family, or the neighbor, or really anyone, for that matter.
What if, it found a way to control you, and made you watch as it killed someone you cared deeply for, while using your body to do so?
What would you do? How would you feel?
(Again, I'm really sorry if this is a shitty description, but I honestly didn't know what to put. Oh, and if it seems like I'm saying mental illnesses are just real demons in disguise, I'm really not, I just tried to make this sound all deep and shit. So don't come for me in the comments, I know how some of y'all can get, because that's really not what I was trying to make it sound like at. All.)
I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself.
To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy.
I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things.
I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically.
I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.