__Demons__
By Blue Zen
The darkness was still there.
Staring out at the world, watching as the joggers
moved lethargically past his window, Wes was still in
that room. As the Los Angeles sun kissed the streets,
he was wielding an axe, all the anger from his
childhood pushing him towards Fred, goading him on,
telling him to destroy her.
He swallowed, throwing another sheet of crumpled paper
towards the wastepaper basket. He missed, again.
It had all made sense - she had power over him and he
wanted to be free. In his mind, she was taunting him,
cruelly driving him like his father once did. He
couldn't escape it. Wesley had moved continents to
escape his father, and here was another one, another
abuser, just waiting. Waiting in a woman's form.
His hands were shaking, making it harder to hold the
pen. His neat, public school writing had vanished a
few hours previously, turning into a laboured scrawl,
and the words looked as raw as the emotions that
fuelled them.
He was ashamed. Ashamed that he didn't notice the
change. Ashamed that there was such a reservoir of
anger inside him, so much that it could pour into his
veins, replacing all his blood, in an instant.
Ashamed that he couldn't find all the words.
For all his education, there wasn't any way he could
say what he felt inside. He had never wanted to
remember the experiences he had as a child and here he
was, subjecting someone else to the mind-numbing
terror that he had felt on an almost daily basis.
A single tear worked its way down his cheek and he
shut the blinds.
He was back in the dark, this time unarmed.
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