I take a step towards the door to my memories Then another and another I'm past the threshold When the door slams shut The sound and force of it reverberating through my body
I turn my head to the door but there is only darkness I grab the door **** I try to twist it It doesn't budge. Again. Again. Again. It doesn't move . I push against the door. I bang on it. Hopefully someone will hear; hopefully theyΒ will help. I'm banging on the door When my knuckles turn ******
Suddenly! A noise! Like claws being sharpened on stone A sinking feeling flows through me as I'm faced with the blood red eyes of my biggest demon
Everyone has "demons" or things they're not proud of. Embarrassing things that you're always afraid someone will find out. The world has demons.. and so do I.