Azazel"Save him heavenly Father. Please save his soul. For me. Bring him to me, i'll help him. For us." an angelic voice says. Her voice echoing in my mind, a blackened and dark abyss.
"Aza! You're late again. You have been late everyday for the past few weeks. Are you alright?" My boss, Eric Brogan asks with shifty eyes. He probably thinks i'm not fit to teach today. With me wearing sunglasses and all.
"Yeah Eric- oh i mean Mr. Brogan. I'm alright, the kids aren't in danger" I reply with a wink and a crooked smile. I had forgotten that i had sunglasses on, so the effect leaves him thinking that i might take advantage of the children.
"They'll be fine!" I say, trying to cover my little blunder. Everyone is in titled to them every now and again.
"It's not them i'm worried about" I hear him mumble as he turns to leave the corridor where he stopped me. I really must start wearing shoes i can sneak around in. I turn on my heel and stride my way into my classroom where all the children look up at
Orion"It's the dreams doctor. The wild and vivid dreams of us, running together in the tall wild grass. Roaring like lions would. He, as a lion, should not accept me. But he does-" I say, laying down all comfortably in the one of those classic long leather seats they have in a psychiatrists room.
"Do you not understand Savannah, that it is all a dream? There is no lion or 'him' at all. It's a dream, thats all it ever will be. There is no 'Orion', no place where human/cat hybrids roam." The Doc says, always interrupting me.
"But you don't understand-" I raise myself in the seat more, i know where this is going.
"I do understand. I also understand that you are starting to see them when you're awake-" Doc says with a raised eyebrow. We all know what he is implying.
"I am NOT crazy!"
"I never said you were Savannah. I only suggest that you have-"
"Schizophrenia? No doctor! You have it all wro-"
"Now why don't we let me diagnose you, shall we?"
It's at this point I remember I was warned not to t
RelapseIt all came back in a flash. All the hurtful words, all the threats. All the times they ignored me. Back. I guess i just feel a little worthless. At the moment. I mean what has my life become? How has it changed since then? Everything is just getting a little too hard for me. So many times i have begged something to kill me. For God to just strike me down, for Him to just take me away. I know so many people would care. But i don't. I don't care about myself. That's the thing! I just don't care. I haven't for soooo long. It's all catching up with me. Way too quickly.
Problem is i just don't deal with any of my problems. Everything that has happened to me still hurts as if it happened yesterday. I feel that i have no one. But i know i do, i have a supportive family and boyfriend. But i feel empty. Right now.
Been a long time since i relapsed. Such a long time. I thought i truly got pasted my depression. Nope. Never.
Phantom of the DarkYou're choking, you can't breathe. He has hold of you, of your throat and arms. You kick in desperation, too much air has been cut off from your brain to be able to aim. Your eyes, slowly drooping closed. Your fight being sucked out of you.
His eyes, beaming into yours like a search light. His hand crushing your throat, his body pinned up against yours. His fingers can feel the last of your heart beats. His eyes the last thing you see. His cold, calculating grey eyes.
Hours later you wake up, but alas, you cannot move. For you are tied, tied up to- a bed. You know it's a bed because you can feel the soft mattress caressing from underneath you. How many- all of your limbs are tied. You dart your eyes around the room, you fail to see his figure standing there in the corner. Where the light fails to illuminate. You struggle, a bit. But you groan in frustration, you fail to even feel his eyes fixate on you as he begins to grin. He likes your struggle, so it seems. But you really make an ef
GoodbyeI'm scared, i'm frightened to the bone. Of losing you, though you were never mine. You're a friend, a good friend. But somewhere along those lines it changed. Like the spontaneous change of the seasons ours did too. What was passionate and fiery has become cold and dead. Yet i pace through our conversations trying to find which one sparked the change, which one made you tick. I flip through them like an album, getting stuck between a possible relationship and the death of our friendship. Where did it go wrong? Was i so blind as to never have saw this coming? This fear is only coming from not wanting to let go, like a person hanging off a cliff; i cling to the edge tighter and tighter. Trying to pull myself up is not an option, i'm afraid; this has to end. I don't want to let go of the possible but it is impossible for me to continue with this toxicity. Goodbye, my dear friend. For you have just lost a possible pet.
Death defying loveDeath surrounds her, his arms around her in embrace as his numbness creeps into her skin's pores like when water creeps out from a blocked exist. Death, he holds her strongly, forcefully. She enjoys this, his forcefulness. It makes her feel alive, almost free. Little does she know just how dangerous he can be, how seducing he can be, how charming he can be. Little does she know her numbers up, he is tired of her same tricks, she's too easy to please now. She's just no fun anymore, she doesn't fight back. So he grabs his scythe and takes away her life. She was in such a bliss at that time.