The devil and me.

Me, Myself and I.

Hate can burn brighter than any flame and die just as quickly. There has always been so much hate in her life, she was almost afraid to let go of it. It alone stayed with her in the dark, whispered to her heart.

The nights seemed very long. She wished she could have someone else's opinion, on what to do. We all die alone in the end, because our journey is our own. She didn't want for the journey to be over.

I want my life, she thought. I want my life back so badly. Not to have fame, not to have money, but to be the mother she should of been. Some people want so much, but she wanted something so heartfelt and simple.

My babies, my children that's what I want, she thought. Can these pages be rewritten? Can the story rewind? The cost suddenly seems small of no consequence. let love be my story this time, the love of a mother for her child.

We lay down and lay aside our lives for our children. So why not her soul, just another sacrifice. Once her life had love and light. The light died and love corrupted to something unbearable. The love of a mother for her child, though is pure, unconditional.

Please come, she pleads in her thoughts, she has an answer for the devil.