The Devil

My Reality

It was dark and cold when I woke. The only source of light was coming from the small open hole in the wall covered by metal bars, which showed the luminous moon and stars. I was in a cell. The bitter hard floor causing my body to shiver, as it tried remaining any form of heat in my body. The cell was pitch black and eerily quite. My shallow breathing being the only sound my ears could detect as the smell in here was like digesting poison into my already weak lungs. I felt as if I could collapse from having to constantly hold my breath, which resulted in me having change my breathing course through my parched mouth. The air was stomach churning but what other options did I have. I was alone like I usually am in this place. At night I sometimes have company from the slick shadows on the walls as they move around dancing between my four brick walls. They like to have fun by causing me fear, watching me cry begging them to go away. I always fall into unconsciousness from their horrors. You would think being eighteen years old I wouldn't be afraid; being captured her since the age of seven has changed that. Soon I will fall into a peaceful sleep where my saviour will take away my fears and pains with just a glance at his strong handsome face. My saviour is tall in height making him almost like a giant to my 5 foot 2. He has the softest deep crystal blue eyes that stand out against his sharp defined cheek bones and firm jaw. With hair as dark as night that is thick and feather like to the touch. His body is lean and strong with muscles that are outlined by his dark suit and red tie. Thinking about him brings my body to ease knowing I'll be seeing him soon. Sometimes when I awake from our visits I wish he was real to take me away from this awful place; but my reality always stays the same. Every few days for the past couple of months Antonio; the man in charge; has been coming to see me. He speaks about how beautiful I have grown to be and how soon his plans will be complete. In those moments I don't speak but instead I think about my saviour as he calms me. My saviour is very important to me, even though he doesn't exist. We talk sometimes when he comes and I tell him how he will always be my saviour from this horrid world; but he denies being my saviour, that he is the Devil and no angel. I try to understand what he means but he's just so hard to read as he always puts on a mask to hide his feelings from me. I know I must sound crazy talking about an imaginary man like this but I don't care as he is my light in this constant darkness. Suddenly the wind outside picks up and loud strike of lightning forces me to jump up and run into a corner in the cell. As I reach my destination my back hits the wall and slides down onto the floor. My already shaking form seems to pick up speed as it now shakes uncontrollably. I look out the tiny window at the thunder storm while it casts a unsafe feeling around me. I try to block it out by closing my eyes and swaying back and forth; chanting to myself that it will be gone soon. I don't know how long the storm went on for as I had passed out before I could have found out. For now I was safe only I didn't know was that I was to have my dreams become reality.