A Demon up my sleeve

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Chapter 10

My soon to be ex wife brother blood on my hands and I don't know how it got there. He's fucking dead and I don't remember how. It couldn't been no one else that killed him but me, cause we were the only one's here. At some point I'm going to have to tell Zola what I've done. But until that happens I need to get shit figured out. Damn it's crazy seeing his fingers cut off and his eye's missing. Where the fuck is the murder weapon? What the hell happened that made me do the thing's I've done to you? Something inside of me hurts like hell and I feel like I'm just losing people that are close. Damn I need to figure out why I killed you, but everything is nothing but a blur right now.
It's crazy how I don't have on a long sleeve shirt, but still have a demon up my sleeve tormenting my skin. It sucks that my skin is feeling like it's burning and or falling/peeling off. It's crazy how the demon that's living within me is trying to take over my body and mind. I can feel them tearing me apart inside.
Oh my God, I can feel my blood boiling with rage and unhappiness. Whatever this demon want needs to go away, cause I'm not use to this. I never had this happen to me before and I'm afraid it's going to end very fucking bad.
I can't sleep knowing that there's a demon growing inside me. Meaning that the demon that I guess growing bigger and bigger just don't want me to have a peaceful life. It wants to rip my heart out to use my body as a host for themselves and take my soul.

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