The Demon Inside: Journal Version
For all those who read or have read "The Demon Inside" and for my own purpose. If you have any questions, comments, etc. just Pm me.
This is what is written in Liam's journal that is often mentioned in the Rp, for those who are curious.
It was a cold winter night in the middle of a big town hidden away in a deep valley. Even though is was cold, it was just a casual day within the household. Everyone has eaten dinner, and now just resting their stomachs as we sit on the couch watching TV. For once in a few weeks I've actually decided to sit with them and enjoy their company than rather hide in my room all day. I guess it was because I had a good day at school, and just in a good mood, I don't know, just felt like watching TV with them.
Well once everyone was comfortable and situated, it attacked. The Demon inside my mind has decided to play a game with me once again. He put me in an abyss, full of nothing. It was pitch black, I couldn't see my hand though it was nearly touching my eye. I blinked several times since I poked myself by accident. I looked around though I might as well walk around with my eyes shut. I kept them open none the less, as if looking for a light that I knew was never gonna be there. I heard a loud thumping noise, like foot steps of a Giant, then they faded away. I grew scared and my heart raced inside my chest as I wondered what grew nearer as I could no longer hear, though I could feel it coming closer.
I ran, I ran as fast as I could, not looking back and not knowing where I was going. I started to see outlines of those closest to me: my friends, my family. Then they disappeared and I tried running after them. I shouted and yelled yet there was no sound. My heart screamed and shook more violently in my chest as I felt the Giant coming closer. I panicked, not knowing what to do, where to go...I shut my eyes and I was back in my living room. My parents and I still watching TV, I exhaled greatly as I knew I was safe, or at least this time. Though the event still stirred in my mind and I was still scared...
Angels can be hurt too
Rainy day today, it was cold, chilly, no wind though, I found that kind of strange for the place I live in. Right under a jet stream, how could there not be wind? Anyways, the rain poured down softly, like a winter coat hovering over your body, but it was cold rather than warm. You could easily hear it, like millions of pens tapping on desks or dropped on a tile floor. It was cold enough to make your nose runny, and you knew it was just the cold and not being sick or anything.
Then there was a small gust of wind, it was constant flow in my face, pushing back my jacket, knocked my hood off my head. I looked around to see if the wind was actually that strong, but I didnít see the branches of trees dancing, or people block their faces, no this was a wind only I could feel. It seemed to push me back but I fought forward, then there was a booming voice that came with it. It was unclear and seemed more like a short, loud growl than words, though Iím sure whatever made that noise was trying to speak.
It yelled again sending a stronger gust of wind onto me, this time pushing me back a few feet. I looked around and noticed no one was even paying attention to the noise, the wind, or even the fact that I just flew back. Could they even see? Was I alone again? I was, I called out to a few people I knew that walked by and it seemed that I wasnít even there, instead a ghost or something. Yes! A ghost, I was a ghost, I looked forward, past the wind hitting my face and saw me walking to my next class, saying ďHiĒ to a few friends and walking inside. This thing, or whatever it was, pushed me out of my body. I started to wonder what could happen.
Could I be lost forever like this? Will I ever return to my body? What will happen if I donít? How do I go back? Whatís gonna happen to me now?
These questions lead me to fear what was to come. I didnít know and didnít want to know. I ran, pushing hard on the ground, trying to catch up with myself, fighting this controlling force. The wet ground beneath my shoes made me slip and fall down. My hands hit the ground hard and were in shock, stinging like they were being bitten by thousands of fire ants. I stood up but a force threw me down again. This time my chest hit the concrete hard enough to knock the wind out of me, I gasped for air, trying to breathe as a ghost though I knew, yet it was instincts that drove me.
I tried crawling, pushing myself up on my hands and knees. The rain drenching my back, the wet concrete soaking my jeans and my hands stinging numb in the cold. I crawled, with all my might as a force continued to push down on me, trying to stop me. By this time I was crying, tears filling my eyes, someone might have mistaken it for the rain and I probably couldíve pulled it off but I knew all too well it wasnít the rain. Eventually the force pushed me down hard enough I hit my head on the ground. A sharp ringing went through my head, the same ant bite stinging pain where my head had hit. I blinked several times, losing site and trying to recover. Between blinks I saw images of my classroom, and then back outside in the rain. Finally it all stoppedÖeverything was black and I couldnít see anything, but I just found myself with my eyes shut, I opened them and was staring at the teacher as he taught the lesson. I exhaled greatly and a bit shaky, happy that I survived that encounter with the Demon inside of me. Who knows what he would have done if I didnít fight back.
Angels can be hurt too
Another day at work, woke up horribly, my back was in pain, neck was strained, my muscles tight, like I was mummified in bed, not able to move. The night previous was long and tiring but I had fun, so that's a plus, but something seems off about today. I work in the library at my school as the assistant and it's a fun job but today there was something rather strange. there seemed to be a peculiar crack in the ceiling, not too big but noticeable, yet no one spoke of it. Ya know, I plan on asking a girl to prom after school and I'm having a hard time figuring out how to do it exactly, we haven't really talked.
Now, today right now, I was afraid I wouldn't get the option, the lights flickered on and off like a small power surge was going by, I didn't mind it but no one seemed to notice. I looked down each aisle seeing various students grabbing books for their research project, I started to work as a few books fell off the shelf and the lights still flickered, yet everyone seemed to not care at all. I became worried that I wasn't even noticeable, that they couldn't see me. I saw a friend down one aisle, one that helps me with my possession.
The walls started shaking, that crack getting bigger and bigger, more books littered the floor with their ink spoiling. I didn't know what to do, I was scared, starting to think I'd be lost forever. These people didn't see a book fall off a shelf and the lights flicker, could they see me, that's what I was afraid of, being lost forever. I ran over to my friend, the ground like an unbalanced table, shaking beneath every step, I almost slipped on a book as I tackled her to the ground, expecting the ceiling to fall on top of us. If the building really was coming down, I'd want her to walk away.
I ended up just staring into her eyes, a soul full of so much potential and life, something that was taken away from me. All I could think of was that I was dying and she was living. The room went black and a few crashes were heard, I felt a heavy weight hit my back and it all ended right there. That sound, that snap of my spine, that moment of being a hero for once, woke me up. I opened my eyes and I was sitting at my desk in the library, typing this, thank God I walked away from that one.
Angels can be hurt too