As I drift from life....to death.....

What sins of the world have to offer

I had a choice. Just like every other tortured soul did. Stay and fight or give up and welcome the dead.
I lay in my bed, the silence comforting me, the wind soothing me when a rapping drew me back to reality
I gaze at my darkened unfamiliar surroundings in hope of catching the unknown figure
There is nothing, Tis only my imagination
I close my eyes when I hear yelling coming from beyond the walls of my confinement. Hard, aggressive voices invade my world.
Fighting again, as every night. I pull myself out of bed and pace to my door, putting my ear to the door.
Voices rise and venomous words are thrown at one another. I open the door and it creaks alerting the aggressive persons of my unwelcomed presence. I walk down the hallway as the fighting grows ever worse.
"B***h. B*****d. S**t, I wanted to cut....
father towered over my mom who trembled under his glare. I keep to the shadows, keeping my presence in the dark as I watched the horror unfold before me. Before I know mother is crying on the floor. father standing over her, eyes ablaze with fury as the demons awakened inside him. I shriek. He turns his head in my direction and, even if he does not realize it, his red demonic eyes glare at me, burning my innocents of my soul.
Father finds me and I'm yanked and thrown to the ground next to mother. She looks at me with tears flowing down her face. I hold her hand reassuring her everything will be fine when red fluid drenches me. I close my eyes, screaming and yelling....
"Noo!!!!!!" I yell as I lock my eyes at the horror in front of me.
Mother laid lifeless, soulless eyes looking at me, blood flowing from her gaping wound on her head seeping out blood. Covered in it, like the oceans water washing over me. I see father hovering above her, like God over humanity.
My body starts to shake with fear and the realization hits me. He ain't done yet. After staring at mother's corpse for a few more moments he turns his attention towards me. For the first time in my life I don't see father but a monster, created out of his own misery and deceit.
I start to back away, crawling away from the demon in front of me. Father starts to stalk me as I retreat from hm. He grins and I go cold all over. I feel the ground disappear from under me as I'm lifted into the air. Father grips me, hard and firm. I scream and scream for him to let me go.
"Just like your mother. Always so curious" he snarled and I felt blow after blow hit me, blinding me, paralyzing me, unable to move... Unable to die.. I just take the pain as it comes.
I'm dropped, like a old rag doll onto the wooden floor beds. I cough as I gain myself, blood oozes out of my broken nose, my teeth fall out my bruised and cut lips. I can't see out of my eye and I all I see is blackness. It was him.
I didn't know where I was going but I had to escape and I took off, blindly into the night.
I open my front door and dash out into the dangerous, drug infested, crime ridden neighborhood. I see monsters emerge out of the shadows. They come in many forms. Men dressed all in black, knifes twisting in their hands with an evil appearance to them. The skinny, panty hosed unfortunates, w****s, slither on the side of the pavements that slide along side me. They eye me out. Homeless, drug addicted men and woman surface from the over grown grass like a nightmare consuming all your happiness. I scream as I run from the demons of darkness.
I dodge empty alleyways, sticking to the lamp post that arched over me. I saw father everywhere all of a sudden. In front of me, behind me, next to me. He was in my mind. I closed my eyes and ran in circles screaming.
A voice rings out to me, "kid... Want to ease your pain and silence your demons?"
I turn my attention to a dark, black figure, sitting in the shadows, eyeing me out. I walk over to him.
Unable to talk I simply nod my head. He grins and reaches into his pocket and displays a package with a syringe and a white baking powder like substance. I look at the stranger, confused and scared.
"Don't be" and without another word, he disappears out of sight.
I didn't wait and dashed. I got to a park. It was eerie at night, the swings swayed back and forth, the old chains squeaked, wind blew like a thief robbing in the night, the long green grass shook violently. I sat down on a bench.
I looked around me. I was alone. Abandoned to fend for myself. Life was like a food chain. If you weren't at the top, if you weren't the main predator you were vulnerable to other predators that prowled the streets and parks, seeking whom they may devour. I had to learn to fend for myself. I had to if I was going to survive out in the wild.
I opened the packet that I received a while earlier. The syringe looked brand new and the white substance rested on a layer, filling the packet half way. I walked over to a tap, on the far side of the park. I sense the demons closing in around me, waiting for the precise moment to pounce. They weren't gonna get me. Never.
I got to the tap and with much effort I opened the tap. Water flowed out like rain from the heavens. I took just but a sip. My dry throat sucked as much of the water down as I drank. After I was satisfied I poured water into the packet. Not much. Just enough that was needed. I stirred it and mixed it up. Till it was exactly what I needed. I grabbed the syringe laying on the bench and stabbed the needle into the white powder. It sucked in half of the substance.
I then proceed to roll up my shirt sleeve. My pale skin shines off at the moons approval. I grab my belt and tighten it around my elbow, stopping the blood flow so I could eject the medication that will make everything better.
I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from crying out in pain as I stab the needle into my flesh. Only a few seconds of pain then it will be better I reminded myself over and over.

Minutes pass, I sunk in the bench, paralyzed while looking at the darkened sky. The stars shine down on me, like the morning star of lucifer falling from heaven. The moon brightens down, lighting up the park around me. I look about me, black dark figures rise as if out the ground from sleep but I knew what they were. Their yellow eyes pierced me and I wanted to run but the drugs prevented me from running. They drift toward me, multiple arms stretched out wanting to grab me. All of a sudden one of the dark black figures suddenly turned into him. Father.
I stared wide eyed as father walked up to me. He found me. I was done for. Suddenly he evaporated and mother stood before me when a gash appeared on his head as she dropped to the ground. I tensed up wanting to scream.
I was dead. Mother was dead. There was no living with father. He wasn't him. I feel a sharp sensation on my shoulder and I jerk. It's one of the dark figures, his yellow eyes torturing me.
"Do it. You can see your mother" I hear them whisper all at once.
I look down, a blade. Blade for what? I gaze down at my arm, it looked grotesquery. Yellow and blue bruising, small gash of blood dripped down my arm. I realize what the blade is for. The dark figures. I know what they are. Demons. Come for my wrenched soul.
I hold my arm out and not thinking about it for a second thought I slice my skin open, blood automatically pouring out in vast amounts. I don't stop as I slice my wrist open over and over till I hit a vein. The pain doesn't hit me. The drugs silence that.
My vision blurs, as the demons near ever closer. They whisper the promises of peace, of quiet, of darkness... Of seeing mother. Seeing mother again... I smile at the thought. But it ain't a thought. Behold she walks before me. Lovely as a dream of heaven. She lifts me up and I embrace her as she embraces me. Suddenly I feel a burning sensation. Like my soul on fire. I open my eyes and I see mother burning before me. Igniting me on fire. I cry out as I'm engulfed along with mother. She doesn't screams then mother looks at me and grins as wings sprout out and wrap around me like snakes. I can't move or say anything.
Mother suddenly disappears and its a demon standing before me as he tightens his wings around me. Lies! Mother wasn't with me. I was never gonna see her every again. I cry out as the wings slice into me. Tearing me apart.
Darkness.... I fade into darkness...as I drift from life...to death....

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