The Demons Inside Us

Dark. Pitch black in fact. I couldn't feel my body and I could tell that my mind would be just as quiet and motionless in not to long. What did I have to live for anyway? I don't have anyone that cares deeply for me and the people I know, or knew in a few minutes, will get over me. I'll be like a dead pet. Your sad for a week and then you'll forget how it looked and what it's name was. I'm fine with dying. My existence are of no significance to the world. I may be missed, but not in such degree that it will brake anyone.
I'm unnecessary
And I'm cool with it
How messed up is that...?
"Stay back! Give her some room!" A deep voice cut through the silence.
"The cops are on their way. He won't escape this time." The rest of my body was still numb, but I managed to open my eyes a tiny bit. All I could see was shadows. Ghosts.
"She's awake!" The one that had spoken right before that said. The person knelt down. All I saw was a pair of piercing blue eyes pointed at me. I felt safe