The Demons Within

My FaKe Reality

This nightmare that I had was very real, very real indeed...

It started off as a pleasant afternoon, one you'd have after a tiring day of school, only, it was a Saturday. Normally Saturdays would be relaxing. They are there so that you can just "chill" and take a break from your stressful week.

I was listening to some music on my phone, wearing my big green headphones. I lay, sprawled across the sofa in my grey t-shirt and black track pants, mismatched socks were all I had. There was a cool breeze that came in, dancing with the wind chimes, creating a peaceful environment.

But

My world soon shattered when my mother walked through the door, followed by my father. There was only one problem with this scenario, I hated my father...

When I was young, I would watch other children run to their fathers after preschool had ended, my mother was loyal, but my father was nowhere to be seen. Not just outside, but at home as well. He was never there for half my childhood. Always far away.

I adored him, at least what I got to see of him, in that god forsaken rehab! I hated that place, it was a wall between the two of us, or so I thought it was. My father was a drug addict, he was everything a daughter could ask for, but it didn't matter, because the drugs soon took over.

What I had once wished were true, now is something I refuse to believe. I have a father; lies! I don't believe it. I never will from the day I saw what he was becoming. I loved him, I still miss him, but I refuse to believe it is him.

That same man was staring at me from the doorway, stopping my heartbeat. "What is he doing here!!??" I lashed out at my mother. She was wearing a long grey dress, her wrists and feet were invisible. "He's going to stay with us now." She replied in a robotic, monotone voice.

My father was silent, not a word uttered, but the silence itself made my palms sweaty. "What do you mean!!" I screamed, not willing to accept it. A lump formed in my thirst, choking me. I closed my eyes, hoping it wasn't real, but it felt real, it was inescapable.

In a blink of an eye, my mother came to the centre of the room and started walking around in a uniform circle, saying "it'll be alright, everything is fine." Over and over again, like a broken cassette player. My father paced back and forth, from one end of the house to another, speechless.

My heart pounded, my eyes grew teary and my breath dared to stop. I couldn't move, frozen in fear. Suddenly, it started! This is where the madness began. My father twisted in a demonic way, punching giant holes in the wall closest to him. It continued as he moved from wall to wall, shouting, roaring and banging.

My mother's eyes started to bleed, but she continued to walk in a perfect circle, still repeating the same words, "it'll be alright, everything is fine." Though I could tell she was in pain. Before I knew it, doors started to open themselves and then slam shut again, the glass of the windows would shatter continuously.

I screamed as I watched my mother's mouth slowly be stitched up by a stronger, yet invisible force, leaving her to walk in mindless circles. I burst out crying, but my cries had no effect on them. I closed my eyes, but it only made it worse. Voices were racing through my head, hammering on my brain, giving me a splitting headache. I wanted it to stop, but it didn't.

I was close to passing out, which is when I finally woke up. The hell part was over, I was safe in my dark bedroom with the fan on to cool of the sweat on my back. My breathing calmed down, and my heartbeat went back to normal, but I will never forget the pain and anxiety I felt that night.