Demons

There was a time when she hated the world around her and everyone in it, she would fantasize about ways to torment them... There was a time when she hated the very thought of herself, she hated her body, her mind and thoughts... She longed to be rid of this horrid flesh that she felt had betrayed her by letting her think these awful thoughts... So, one day, she picked up a box cutter blade, and let all of the thoughts she was trying to hide overflow her mind... She made a line, on the side of her wrist to kind of test the water, to confirm her fears and convince her to begin the rest... And with that first line, something happened... The tears started to flow and that was when her struggle began... This simple act of making a scratch had infected her with the voices of demons, evil things that would control her life from that point on... They would tear her down and never build her back up, they would control her urges and tell her when to cut, tell her when she wasn't good enough... Wasn't pretty enough... they would tell her, when emotions got to rough, that the blade was the only answer... Mystic was lost, until a man came along that built her up... The demons inside her hated this man so they fed her insecurity, made her believe it was to good to be true... That he was using her... That it all would soon end... But she fought them, and for awhile she won... Her confidence returned, and all her scars had healed... She thought that he had saved her from her evil friends inside her head... Until, he left... And she was shattered, returned to her broken self with only the voices in her head for comfort... And the now stained blade beside her bed...

Author's Note

To be continued