My Own Little World

The voices are quiet again tonight. Just like last night. This is very disturbing to me. Where are my comfort and companionship? It is not good to be this alone.

I am beginning to feel the pull of the demons summoning me into the world called Real. I don't want to go! It is an alien place an I don't feel safe there. Maybe, if I am very quiet, they will not realize how close I am to the door and will go away without me.

But what is this I feel now? This tugging at my very essence. This urge to join him once again--The King of the demons himself! He was once my closest companion. We ran free in the night and no-one could match our power and vigor. Now here he is again. He has not forgotten me. I can not resist his allure.

Out into the cool night I go to once again follow where he leads and dance with him when the moon is hiding. He holds me close and whispers age old secrets in my ear as we meld into one. We are now complete. He is me and I am him.

We are searching, searching. For what I don't know. But I feel all will be revealed at the proper time. It all feels so strange and yet familiar. We must have done this before in some far away past.

There, in the distance, is the object of our search. A lone man walking down the sidewalk...Our blood is heating up and the pulse is starting to race. We approach from behind lovingly wrapping our arms around him. With a deft movement, snapping his neck. His life force is leaving his body. We can feel it happening. Oh, what exhilaration, such power!!

We are helpless in the afterglow. Suddenly sirens and shouting surround us. We were not careful in our frenzy and have been found out. I can feel my companion start to draw away. I cling to him to no avail.....I am abandoned again.

All is white! White light, white walls, white people. Too much brightness. I cry out is an agony of loneliness! A sharp stab in my arm and I begin to drift............I hear the voices comforting me, providing companionship. I am home again in my own little world. But it's okay. They know me here.

[moovok]

Fantastic, I loved it. I loved the description, really made you in the scene, and I was really shocked by the neck snapping, surprised and shocked. But it's fantastic how the story flowed, I like stories that are like a river, flow until the end.

Very good (and one comment) for your story Keep up the dark work

[Darrell Lawrence]

I got to read it off-line, prior to "internet publication"

It reminds me a bit of a Jeckle and Hyde thing in a way.

[p.s. Cargile]

Insanity.
I've heard its call and walked its edge.
It offered me Freedom From Morality.
I renounced it.

Good work. I recognized it.

Thank you, Paul. You are the first one to say they recognised the insanity element. That others didn't has surprised me, as I thought it was so obvious. There is another element no-one has mentioned and that almost caused me not to post it at all because I thought it, also, would be obvious. It either is not obvious or people are too nice to mention it.
Thank you again.....................Darlene