To Love A Demon

I am Juliet. I know, I know, such a cliche for a love story, huh? I wrote this story to tell you about my life. It all started when I was only 16, head strong and ignorant to the evil in this world. The dreams started on the night of my 16th birthday. They came rather frequently, but it was always the same exact thing. I couldn't understand why I was having the dreams so I went to a psychic, laughable, I know, but I was young and wanted to see if she could give me some insight on what the dreams meant. I will say, though I was laughing when I went into the room, I was not laughing when I came back out. Some of the things she said, she had no way of knowing, things I had never told ANYONE. To this day her words occasionally run through my mind. "When you find the strength to fight, your choice will be your fate. Light and Dark collide vying for you. Choose wisely for your choice will be your happiness, or your misery. Follow your instincts, for they will never lead you astray." She was right. My choice will be my Fate, but a word of warning to those reading. As you will see, Light does not always mean good, and Dark does not always mean bad. This world isn't black and white, this world is beyond technicolor with varying shades of all colors. Some good and some bad, but as I was once told, follow your instincts. They will guide you.    This dream started as they normally do, I'm walking through a cornfield in the midday sun. Ahead of me is light, behind me is darkness. The urge to run hits me all of a sudden and I break into a dead sprint, heading for the light. Every time I have this dream for some reason I head for the light. I want, in my heart, to run to the darkness but my feet will not listen. I turn to look behind me, the darkness whispers to me but no matter how hard I try, I can't stop. I make it to the edge of the cornfield and my feet finally stop. I look around only to find that darkness has consumed the cornfield, and I'm standing in the middle of a gray square. The square is about 5ft by 5ft and seems to be like a rug laid on the ground. The darkness closes in until it hits the edge of the square then it stops. On my left is darkness, on my right is light. A flash of light on my right reveals a man and a blast of frigid air from my left reveals another man. This is where my dream pisses me off every single time. The man in the light is dressed in a solid white suit, dark brown hair and baby blue eyes. The man in the darkness is dressed in solid black with a royal purple tie, hair as black as a ravens wing with a matching goatee, and one eye the color of the clearest blue ocean water bathed in sunlight and the other the color of freshly tilled earth. I try to turn towards the man in the darkness, but my feet won't listen to me at all, and always carry me to the man in white. I growl in frustration as I feel my feet carry me towards the man in white, I always resist but it never works. Once again I'm forced into the arms of the man in white against my will. Will this cycle ever end?