Fidgeting, sitting on that black leather couch, I was gazing at the wall for two hours now. In the growing silence, I could hear the tick tock of the large antique clock from the corridor which was a call from hell. I had been biding my time until I was possessed by that curse with no escape again, that occupied my soul every night. The clock struck 3. The window parallel to me was showing the nightmarish scenery outside like some horror movie on television's screen. The darkness had concealed all the stars as if a black sheet was placed over tiny holes that were the only way to let the rays of light into a cave. It was cognate with a beautiful witch's cloak to camouflage all the glitters she was wearing and all one was left to witness was her dark side. I could feel something scorching my heart, singeing it. They were back. Yes, the demons were back, crawling over my skin, into my heart, piercing it, breaking it down into pieces. It felt like they were infecting my veins with venom, and I had no hunch of how to get the venom in there out, that was tormenting me and killing me. They stung me with those loud voices, like a honey bee would sting. "Hush, hush, shoo" but they won't go away. Sometimes they would play a flashback to me of all those nights, when I was alone, on those empty walls, and sometimes they talked in the same voices of the people who betrayed me and left me amidst the alley of nothingness. I couldn't take that savagery. Those brutal monsters would stop once in a while when they would find me on the verge of death. As I felt the venom reaching my heart, the searing pain grew, withering me, and I panicked, "What do I do? How do I heal myself?" I asked myself. I ran towards the drawer to find a pill to ease it up, to find a razor that would equalize the pain by leaving those filthy scars on my wrists, "No, no where do I go?" A cigarette might help. "Light it up, light it up" but all in vain. "GO AWAY, GO AWAY, LEAVE ME ALONE", but no, they found their pleasure in torturing me. A drink, Yes, A drink will surely help, some beer, "Where did I put it? Oh where did I put it, God." I might just go to that guy next door who offered me drugs that day. "Open the door, open up", no one opens the door. It was a folly to think someone will help me out at this hour of night. I'm left to suffer this misery on my own. The appalling pain is slowly increasing, invading my heart, conquering my realm, blackening my blood, killing my soul, "SAVE ME", :SAVE ME", but no one's here to hear me out. And once again, it's just me left here to help myself out from those monsters dwelling in there, up in my head. Because it has always been me and nobody else. Not the cigarettes, not the booze, just me and my no-good-for-something existence that is like a fly in a meadow, negligible.
