Silk and Leather

Part 33: Breaking free.

Huh? Where am I, this place doesn't feel normal nor look it for that matter. I haven't gone colour blind since my clothes and skin were still toned and palette, wait a moment someone else is here? I dunno how but there was no mistaking it for an instant, after turning around I find out what or rather who this mysterious person was.

It was my personal demon, whom appeared calm and full of himself with that sickening grin and narrowed eyes. "Well Ash, we meet again it seems. Tell me how does it feel to fail in your attempts of ridding me?" He asked this clearly out of insult and mockery as he slowly approached me, this made no sense to me.

"What do you want from me?" Was first on my list of questions towards him, no surprise the response I got in the form of a scoffing laughter for he saw amusement in my statement.

"Oh, that answer is simple." He followed up circling around before staring me dead in the eye like a snake. I mean literally as my entire being froze with a sudden chill after he said "I want to make you suffer and regret, ever since surviving that fire. Such enjoyment I get from it and those heart-attacks only added more to the fun."

Was he for real? Is it even possible for this to happen in reality? No it couldn't be real, but maybe this was the dark side of me that I forcefully barricaded to escape my misery. I felt so angry towards myself that I even considered just ending it numerous times also. Thus instead of ridding myself of this problem, I created a split personality that I struggled to contain.

"But now, I've grown tired of these games. It's time for you to fade." He suddenly said and at that moment, I could feel myself being dragged down to a kneeling position planting hands downward. It honestly felt like gravity was against me. 

No matter how hard I struggled to resist it only amplified the pull, even worse in that I was now in pain and could feel the life draining from me. "Death has been awaiting you for so long Ash, it is only a matter of time before you will be consumed by it." Tauntingly escaped the mouth of this demon I've created.

"Lysa, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so blind and useless, all this time I put my own feelings ahead of yours. I just wish I could of said goodbye." Escaping in a breathless tone, it was the end of the road for me and I want to be at peace with myself somewhat before I finally fade away. Then.... I felt something atop my forehead and a smooth silky touch around my hand, what was it? So soft, warm and soothing.

Following that was the faint whisper of a voice saying only my name, it was Lysa no doubt about it for only she could reach me in this manner. My heart started to pump like a steam locomotive allowing me to break free of the shackles, this was the last time I'd bow down to this thing.

"What.... no this isn't how it's supposed to be, what kind of resolve is making you continue this futile effort?" The shade version of me asked frantically stunned at this sudden turn of events.

"It's something you clearly lack and aren't aware of, it's called love. Now I shall rid of you once and for all the way I should of done in the first place." Formed my response and if I was anything but logical, then you'd think fighting yourself with fists inside your own mental space is crazy. Yet if it wasn't possible we wouldn't have dreams or nightmares.

This would be that stage of a film or series where the main hero although clearly at a disadvantage has this surge of adrenal energy to fight "all or nothing" style, said style was exactly what took form right now as both me and the inner demon form of myself fought each other in a brawl style fashion. My mind must of been picturing this encounter as clashing of titans for each hit either side landed unleashed thunder or lightning, the blood we supposedly shed translated into rains of red around us.

Time to end this with a single strike, well not exactly as I had to stomp that damn bastards head in under my foot after delivering an impactful punch straight to the gut that'd render most people breathless. At last I was rid of this burden that'd plagued me for several years.