The Flame Within

I didnt mean to kill her. I didnt mean to kill him. I didnt mean to kill any of them. Tears build up in my eyes as ice cold claw-like hands pull me farther and farther into the darkness. I have given up screaming and struggling knowing that doing that will not help anymore. So I sit there limply like an old rag and get pulled along the floor. I wimper as the person grasps on to my hand tighter to prevent me from slipping out of their grasp. I squeeze my eyes shut but that only brings back memories of the screams, cries, gasps of pain and agany from the people. I hear them shouting, chanting Devil! Demon! Evil! Their words would hit me like spears. I cringe as there voices still echo in my head after I open my eyes, as I continue letting my self be pulled acrossed the freshly polished floor.