Demons

Demons... That's what they told me. "You have demons." "How do you get rid of them?" I would politely ask. "Oh haha. You don't. They are a part of you as you develop them." Oddly when I left I didn't feel sad or scared or anything like that. For some reason I got excited. These little creatures spun from shadow and hate became my best friends. They taught me that the world is cruel and to not trust a soul. What I didn't understand, and would ask about frequently, was why? Why couldn't I trust anyone? Silly me... I was taught why. Whenever I would ask why, the demons would make another person hurt me until finally everyone had gone away. "Demons! Why must you make people hurt me? I can't live with this any longer!" I shouted. Then the smallest and darkest of the demons came to me in the night and gave me a way out. Simple, painless, easy. I went into my closet and retrieved the black box from the top shelf. I slowly pulled my savior out of his cage and brought him up to my face. "Savior, free my from my pain!" I said with tears slipping silently down my cheeks in a never ending waterfall. And thus, he did. Now here I am quietly sitting in your mind waiting for the opportunity to tell you about your savior and how he can end your pain. At last.