Finally arriving at home, and eager to get out of my bloodied clothes, and I hop out of the car. I watch as my mother walked, unremorseful and snooty. As I entered the house, I make eye contact with my father, he’s such a sweet, open guy, unlike mother dearest.

“She’s suspended for three weeks, Frank do something she’s your kid,” There she goes again, with the disowning thing she does.

“What did she do? Is she okay? Is it bad?” He looked at my mother now, like I’m not here.

“She beat the stuffing out of some poor kid,”

“She doesn’t usually resort to… violence unwarranted, and how big was this kid?”

“Warranted or or unwarranted it doesn’t matter, she got into a fight and is now suspended, and now she’s grounded,”

I roll my eyes and walk towards my room, I sigh as I look at the full body mirror. I look like a total mess, my black shoulder length hair wild, blood trails down my nose, my jeans and shirt need a wash desperately, I crave death. I change into my Ravenclaw pajama shorts, and a black tank top, and lay in bed. Why does this always happen, I just get so mad, over little things and I just… ugh. I hear my door creak open, and sadly, it’s my mother.

Defeated, and done with fighting for today, I hold my phone in her direction, not looking her in the eyes and still laying down, “Just take it,”

She grabs it, and leaves the room in silence, like I give a shit. I really hate her, like really really. She’s so bad. And now it’s starting, the whispering, wavering in the background. Crying, I can hear them cry, time to take my seroquel. I have been cursed ever since I can remember, being able to hear the damned, and it sucks. I always feel bad, that I can’t do anything to help them, my doctor tells me they're not real, but they just seem so… but at least I’m not seeing the demons, they’re really annoying. I pull the pill out of the prescription bottle and down some water. I super crave death. I pull out my ipod, my mother is so stupid, she forgets to take all my shit, but better for me. I put on a playlist, and lay on my bed, slowly drifting…

It’s hot, burning, but my skin feels untouched. I open my eyes and see a wasteland, on fire. Nice. The crying and whispering are behind me but I won’t look, can’t look. I walk forward, somehow untouched by the fire. I couldn’t help but think, I’m okay, I feel safe. I keep walking, until I’m met with a sea of demons, more than I can count. I can’t breathe as they all stare at me, their eyes burning into me, melting me, absorbing me and I can’t look away. I want to leave, but my body won’t move, then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up so see a beautiful man, blonde with dark eyes, high cheekbones and built. He smiles down at me, then towards the mob, and sings. I can’t understand what he’s saying, but it’s beautiful. I felt a wave of calm, another involuntary thought came to me, the morning star, I don’t understand it completely, but I feel safe again, and comfortable with him, then I thought, my demons are beautiful.