I Can Run, But They Won't Hide(SLOW UPDATES)

Why? What did I do to deserve this? The only crime I can think of is loving a boy that needed saving from all else when in reality, I needed saving from what has build up inside HIM for the past three years.Three years of abuse inflicted on him for being afraid. Three years of insecurity for seeing supernatural no one else can. Three deadly years of trying to be on his radar to have him know of my existence... of him knowing I'm here to patch the damage society has left behind. And what do I get in return.. a cruel punishment that other may or may not know and only few experience, domestic violence. For the first 4 months, was spent luring him out of his protective but fragile force field, aiding him from the safe haven of luxurious serenity and hope for a better day. The following 5 were for us to get to know each other better, to fall even more truly,madly,deeply in love with each other, appreciating one others' presence when it was felt, encouraging each others' insecurity out of the picture with sweet and loving things whispered into our lovers' ear. The Next 3 months was when drugs,corruption,alcohol,and supernatural demons came. His love for living,innocence, and I faltered rather quickly. The mixture of the deadliest, destroying everyone and anyone in it's path. His beautiful soft face, contorted into one of a demon, evilly smug and angry at the world, realizing he was stuck with a gift that he thought of as curse. His possessions soon possessed him, angry at the beautiful blonde,pale,Irish boy for finding out something so confidential only for it to know and it truly became a curse. The anger of the Hurtful took away my sweet innocent Nialler away from me. Niall is somewhere in his soul, chained, clawing, and fighting for the control of his own body back, to comfort me again.