Under his wing ><

Fire give us power,money made us hungry for more. Present: I finally place my head over my pillow letting the demons under the bed come and embrace me, a bloody mess, listening to my heart that plays the death's symphony ,my eyes catch the glimpse of the shadow that keeps eyes on me since I was a six , the eyes that have been watching the darkness swalow my soul, and watch me drowning while fighting the demons for the only glimpse of light that I was left on me ...gone. in my weakest momemts those eyes appear as they watch the world burned beside me , a life turned into ashes a world where they no longer exist . I would pay witness to death and survive it again and again. Just when I feel the ties of darkness a lil bit loose I try to run , and just when I smell the freedom odour , I find my self tied tightly again all consumed by darkness. But she never give up , that six yo girl never give up ,she rose from the ashes like a pheonix , look at the black shadow eyes with eyes full of rage, agony, ,pain and a promise "I will make them regret not killin me , I will torture their soul until they wish death and make it feel like it's never comming then I will serve them to death my self, with pleasure, burn their world until all that will be left is ashes. "I'm sorry granny but my guardian angel left me when he was needed the most". I believe true evil is always on our door waiting for us to let in, so it can burn us, villains are not born inheritally evil, on the contrary I believe it is a choice that we made when have nothing to lose , we allow the darkness in and welcome it. True evil grows over time , a darkness that becomes all consuming and must be fed, it you one day and then a monster just as bad as the demons that broke you. Evil isn't born , it's made. I learned that In hard way and in a very young age. "you became like them" ,"you became everything u hate" whispers and sinister laughs of irony in my head , I decide to lock them at the farthest room of my head , I will let you out to sing when the time comes. 18 year ago 9 October 2003 It was warm evening despite the cold air brushing my hair,my favourite season is here and with it comes my birthday, this day usually means mommy spending time with me since she is always working hard, and me getting presents , but she's late , the sun is setting down and she's nowhere to be seen. I enter inside the house to tell granny my complaints ,to find her cooking my favourite food , while humming her fav song the that grows on her because of granpa, I like it too it soothing like a warm hand petting my head , and a warm hug,like Mommy's hug. " granny mommy is late ", "oh honey, she must be stuck on the traffic " she continues her humming, "I'm so angry at her, she said she'll take me to the aquarium to see dolphins , and spend the day with me", granny chuckles at me stomping my foot, and take my angry flushed face in her warm hands "she'll be here in no time , then take all your anger at her , she must have a good reason it so unlikely of her to be absent on her princess birthday "grandma said with worry in her eyes but she quickly put a smile on her face "now now !angel help set up the table you must be hungry" I jump excited to eat "okay let me take the plates". I may be a six years old but granny always said I had brains , so she always give me tasks that will make responsible, I don't mind that since it makes me usuful , I like help. I heard a car engine outside and shoot excitedly "mommy, mommy is here!grannyyyy mommy is here" and I go to open the door just to be dispointed by a tall dark haired man , with a scar on his left cheek down to his chin,and glassy eyes, and a few men followinh behind him dressing in black, they looked like bad guys,and they were " you're not mommy", he smirked at me and watched me with a dark eyes, i shivered and felt goospins all over my body,"good evening how can I help you gentelmen" I heard granny from behind. the bad man steps toward me eying me with scary eyes , "no help needed I can help my self" he said with his evil smirk, he grabs me by my arms with a death grip i tried to get out of his grip, granny screams and threat them, she tries to get me out of his arms but fails miserably, a scream tears my throat while the man carries me by my waist like sac of potatos out of the house heading toward a black SUV. He shoved me into back seats , still screamimg and crying. I was terrified trying to deep breath and calm my self a thing that granny tought me to help relax when im anxious, as granny soothing voice comes to my mind when she told one night "no evil comes near a child because every little child has an angel guarding him". Little did I know angels never put their foot near hell. I hope u enjoyed reading plz lemme know ur opinion in the comments, I will update very soon. xoxo