Inner Demons (A Schizophrenic Based Story) Part 1

When everyone discussed their inner demons, they away refer to them as having human-like traits. 'My inner demon is being SUCH a bitch today'. 'My inner demon won't stop breathing down my neck.' 'I just can't get rid of this inner demon of mine.' It's perfectly normal to personify one's inner demon. This being said of course, everyone knows that inner demons don't actually exist. They're just the name we give to the insecurities, fears, or other array of feelings or thoughts that cloud our thoughts, or weigh us down. They don't really exist, right? Wrong.
It's-HE'S- been lurking around for as long as I can remember. The doctors always say that 'It's just a phase', or he's just my 'imaginary friend', but this is most definitely NOT the case. This monster is not my friend. We don't play together, we don't go to the mall, or the park to hang out. We don't game together. He's everything I despise in life, everything I despise about myself.....and he never goes away. He follows me everywhere I go, this may be true, but he does it to torment me, and I know it. The soft click of those metal heeled boots, and those crimson eyes that follow me around haunt my dreams. The pearly white, pointed teeth and ghostly white skin always glinting in a moonbeam's light that isn't there, that always seems to leave his long, jet black hair and clothes untouched, as they appear so dark one could fall into them, only to disappear and never return. He follows me around, whispering in my ear my insecurities, as if he could read me like a book. Sometimes I'd break, and begin to cry, or scream, or throw whatever I could lay my hands on at him, anything to drive him away, or to tear that smirk off his smug face. I'd go running to my teacher, or my parents, or my doctor, begging them to make him go away. ....... (Go to part 2)