JAXON
My demons.
The ones I thought I had managed to tame by throwing myself into work and dabbling into anything that came in the form of distractions. They were back and if it was barely noticeable before, it tripled in size this time around and messed with what was left of my senses.
I wasn't called the devil for no reason.
My personality portrayed me that way.
And in truth, I loved it. I loved being referred to and seen as the devil. The title came with utter satisfaction that had me convinced that no one could dare cross my path and not have to answer for it. I loved the fear and dread that the mere mention of my name evoked in people.
I lived for it because, in a way, it made me feel like I had control over one thing. That my will wasn't completely taken from me and my life w
