One way out

Challenging the demons inside with the light of truth

I can feel it inside my head, trying to convince me to stop like it had done successfully so many times before. But I've never seen things clearer than tonight, and knew that what I was doing was right - nothing could convince me otherwise.

 

The monster inside of me demanded me to cancel my motion before it was too late. But I knew this was not my voice, but the voice of something innocently twisted and confused, a voice that no one should ever listen to. It became so intense that I could feel it move my hand, try to take control of my immediate mind and force me to do the very thing my whole mind has never wanted to do, time after time.

 

As I could feel it tonight, more sharply than I've ever felt it, I knew that I had to kill it. And so, I sought to understand it. It hasn't always been this way, hasn't always been so far apart from who I was. It took a different path, and began to pull me along with it. In truth, we aren't different at all, the only thing that separated us, was that it had chosen a path I could never fully accept. Never accept because I had seen better, I had seen the right path.

 

It sought to make itself whole with pieces of shattered glass and broken bottles. And with every new piece constructed, its image grew more and more tortured in its reflection. I tried to tell it to stop, tried to show it what I knew, but its grasp on me never kept from pulling me along with it, forcing me to look into its mirror, revealing the same horrific weather upon my face as it had on its own.

 

I never thought it was me all along who had control over the ordeal, never realized the credit was going to the undue source. To see reality through another man's eyes, the pain, and the truth entailed, led me to realize a few things I might have never considered that night. That I was the one who held the shards together, always wanting to find the right piece to make the images correct again. I was the one who in fact pushed the creature into the darkness of confusion, and I was the one - the only one that could end it.

 

As if it were magic, the weapon of truth had been placed in my hands. As I sat there with the gun in my right hand, I heard fear yell at the top of its lungs. Fear had always been afraid of truth and so it struggled and tried to plead with me, it tried to convince me, like the many times before, that it would eventually be fixed, and that the pieces of glass would soon reflect the image of my true face. Our face. But I could hear it's pleads of innocence, full of confusion and misery, secretly knowing that it had chosen a venomous path that could never lead to the happiness it once sought after - the very same happiness it could barely now imagine.

 

I sat there, and decided to close the gap between us, to free it of its chains I had cuffed it in. For all along, It thought it had done it itself. It was the only way to keep it alive. It yelled and screamed in ways I've never felt before, so afraid of dying, and hence losing its sour longing of peace. But true peace never comes without the blinding truth.

 

And so I killed it.

 

 

 

I finally killed it.

Reviews

[Rain]

Wow..
This is so powerful and mysterious. I can feel the rage and end of the line frustration, but I am still uncertain of your intent. Which is fine. My job is to read and feel something. You job is to write, and "make" me feel. You did that, The gun..the rage lead one way, but the emotions of your blindness takes me down another path. Truly a great write. I've got to get you to read my piece " Self inflicted end of the voices." then you would understand my hesitation of drawing your intent. I would love it if you explained it, because my imagination is running wild. lol. I loved this!! Rain

[Neemah]

It's amazing. So strong, this is saying something from me... I hardly ever am satisfied with a vampire/demon/werewolf story of any kind, but.... It's just the way you pull the reader in, it's amazing. Wow.

[THE [ME]GEAN]

Its brilliantly dark. Again, the only thing I can say to you is mechanics. A good editor could bring this to the brink of excellence. Your writing is so poetic though. It almost seems as if its done on purpose. You seem to write in ABC intervals and it really sets everything into balance.
Wonderful. Keep it up.

-[ME]

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Quite an intriquing story...I felt it completely as I read your words. I have heard that dark, ominous voice myself. The narrator though stands up and takes the reins as I have done. A powerful, succinct write that has many layers. I am so glad to see the light was able to defeat the demon. Wonderful job here. Mysterious and compelling. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha