Living With Demons

Living With Demons

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The voices are all I hear anymore. They are everywhere, telling me, compelling me. I am not crazy, I tell myself over and over again as the voices say the opposite. Pushing me to the edge, every second of everyday. Somehow, I've been living with these... things for over six years. The voices, thoughts, the evil inside me, are my demons. I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

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