ThereIsNoCure4Me

I stared at the wall--the never-ending stone wall--numbed, not knowing what to do. I was struggling to even comprehend what had just transpired. Had I… I had just almost been seduced! Coerced out of my silence by a demon, the demon. Mon Dieu, how wrong could I get? It took me many long minutes to finally return to the present, to my body, and realize I was cold and shaking, shivering again. I glanced to the pallet--his bed--and felt a tingle chase a chill down my spine. No. I wouldn’t go back to it. So cold. My body disobeyed my mind and I found myself snuggling back into his blankets as if it was the most natural, right thing to

(I need your help. Will you help me?) I'm falling! Deeper and deeper! (I need your help. Won't you help me?) I'm drowning! In all this shit! (I need your help. Can't you help me?) I'm numbing. I can't feel anymore! (I need your help! Please help me!) Am I dead? Who killed me?! (I don't need help. It's too late!) I know who killed me. Everything. Everyone. You. (IT'S TOO LATE!)