Your demons are just that, yours. No one can fight them for you, just be there
to support you as you do battle. Demons are evil and they fight very dirty.
This is one of my battles.
My Demon Tried Killing Me
Last Night
My demon tried killing me again last night. For some reason I was at a station waiting to
depart LaLa Land, as I call it. I took my
seat and off we went through the wall of Reality but after breaking through the
haze I was back in the parking lot, trying to get back inside the station.
This continued over and over. Each time it happened I felt more confused
and scared than the time before. The air
was cold and reeked of fear. A dark
cloud of anger hovered over the station.
As I walked back through the doors the people in the
station were becoming clearer, they were my family, each giving me a look of
utter disgust. Ready to lash out at me
and rip me limb from limb.
Each time I walked back in a new family member would
appear, adding to the negativeness, their anger crushing my chest like a soda
can in their hands. Meer whispers
escaping their lips, unheard by me but sharp enough to quickly cut as I passed
by.
The more family member that joined, the louder they became,
and I could finally hear their whispers calling for my death. Those that were closest to me in life where
telling me the loudest that I should just die already. Everyone’s life would be better off if I went
through that haze and never returned.
Each time I returned disappointment clearly visible in their eyes.
It was so overwhelming the last time I walked into the
station that I ran straight for the platform to depart through the haze once
more, hoping it would be the last time.
On the track I had seen my youngest niece dancing in her white dress
with the pink bow, without a care in the world.
I smiled, finally, a family member not wishing me dead.
I called out to her and as in life she did not head my
calls. I could see a light coming toward
her and I called for her to get off the track, my words falling on the deaf
ears of a child. I moved to pull her to
safety and she pushed to escape my arms.
“You’re going to die,” is all I heard her say before
everything went dark.
I looked above me and could see a face with large black
glasses staring back at me. Its mouth
wide open, as if laughing, but now sound coming forward. The face came into focus and I could see the face
of my daughter’s stuffed nerd Bugs Bunny.
“Scream,” it demanded, without warning, in a dark cold
voice.
I complied.
“Scream,” it demanded louder, harsher.
Again I complied as my heart began to beat faster, an
invisible hand pulling it slowly out of my chest.
“SCREAM,” its eyes turning blood red, telling me I was
about to die.
I complied once more as my body was being shaken. Light began to break through the darkness and
I could see the world around me coming into focus. I was awake, fully awake, yet my body was
still immobile, frozen from fear, my heart pounding so hard it was cracking my
ribs.
“SCREAM,” came the voice one last time as I looked up into
the ceiling and seen the face laughing before flying off into the corner,
disappearing up into drywall.
- Max M. Power
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