Personal Narrative: The Demons

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

Twelve days since arriving in Scelestus City and still no closer to escaping. Still unable to return to the subway with Felix constantly hanging around. First chance I get, my legs are bolting straight there.

Empty. He was alone. I turn back to Flich and Walker, brushing my hair out of my face. Flich blinks at me, dazed with shock and Gena appears frightened. Walker, however, is suspicious with narrow eyes.

“Are you feeling okay, WIllow? You’ve barely said a word in the last day or so.” Jasyon said while glancing over at her. He studied her face for a bit, pieces of her wavy brown hair was floating in the wind, while the rest of it laid on her back. Willows blue eyes looked intense, like she was laser focused on something. Her face was the opposite, unreadable, but Jayson could tell she had been biting her lips

One day my mom said that she was going to drop me off at the Cassity’s because she was going out of town. That afternoon she picked me up from school. We drove to Lathrop and she dropped me off. My mom told me I was spending the week there so I needed to find something to do and then left. When I got there everyone was watching TV, I joined them. That first night we watched a movie and ate pizza.

I spent from kindergarten to eighth grade at a Catholic school. I learned about both the Bible and the Catholic faith and never saw them at odds with each other. After eighth grade I attended Wayne Christian. I was shocked at how uneducated these Christians were on their fellow believers, claiming that the Catholics were not Christians. I try to dispel their ignorance with education such as explaining the Catholic perspective on Saint Mary, sainthood, and certain rites of the Church. Day after day I corrected them on Catholic beliefs, me against a whole school of people. I eventually had to leave the school because the people were to set in their ways. That is when I challenge something that outraged me.

Unfortunately, due to my relatively short life-span, growing up a mile away from the nearest people, and having a mother who has social anxiety among other mental ailments, I’ve had very limited interactions with people. Fortunately, my mother loves animals as much as I do, and was never shy to take one into our home. I have seen lots of dogs, nervous and thin or healthy and misbehaved, but the one that sticks out the most was Monster. He was one of our shortest fosters, just there for a few hours, and I know very little about what has become of him, but I know that we helped him. Monster was named so because he had been in a car accident which cause his eyes to bulge a little from his head, and he spent most of his life in a crate not nearly

Do you want to know what's happening with me? Let me tell you this, without taking alcohol. I've been through hell. Yes, it is real hell. I can't even spend my day without thinking about how can I get through this ride nor spend my night without even crying. I was really depressed that I can't even stand up on my own. I don't even want to go out in my room. I've called a lot of friends, including you, but no one even bothered to ask me how I feel or how was I doing. In short, no one even cares. I can't blame them because I know I'm not their priority. I just sit my ass on the corner asking God why is this happening. You don't know a single thing yet you like you know everything. So please, just stop slapping every shit on my face like you know

We arrived at the second level of hell and the introduction to this place is not pleasant at all. This is a clustered place where the people are all suffering crushed by giant piles of material over their body. I could hear their groans and moans as they feel the burden over them. There is also a bad stench of garbage and other rotten things. Paul says “This section is where the greedy spenders are placed.” I talked with a drug lord from the Fast Five Hernan Reyes and he told me about the different people here. He said some of the others like him were Carter Verone and Arturo Braga. All three of them were once in their life big Drug Lords and possessed a lot of money. He said, “During my early life I was very greedy and I once spent some money

She is my little bug. She is my mini me. She trails behind me like a lost puppy. She wants to be just like me. When she's hurt, I pick her up off of her little feet and dust her off. I give her kisses and she gives me warm hugs. When she wakes up in the morning she calls for me. If she has a bad dream, I rescue her from the monster. The way that she makes me check under the bed for monsters makes the happiest man alive. If she has a bad day, I'm always the one to make her smile and make everything better.

Sleep, for a lucky few, is a respite, the soothing feeling of resting your bones after a long day's work. But not for me.

When you are faced with something you can’t see, how is it possible to tell them they are not welcome? According to Arnold Neumaier, a spirit is a force that influences the will of people. Spirits are able to make your body do things that you particularly would not choose to do on your own. The scenario of which I was in the presence of a spirit myself is not only peculiar but also unnerving to talk about. It’s common for most people to be cynical about the paranormal world until they individually experience what a spirit can truly do to the living.

After I had realized I was a putrid, horrifying monster, I drifted back to the crypt I once existed in. I had realized that I didn’t belong outside of the grave and wanted to return. I attempted to open up the stone slab door to go back in, but it was no use. The stone door was slammed shut. I fell laid back on the hard floor looking at the stars in the sky through a huge crack in the roof of the castle. I gazed, looking up at the sky for hours

After nearly a millennia, I am free, but what have I become? Have I become an angel? I look into the mirror that was showing my reflection. I still looked like a demon. I had sharp talons and pointed fangs. I had long, spiraling horns that became redder as they reached upward. My skin was darker than the night without stars or the moon. My wings were like that of a bat, but they were tattered along the edges. My ruby red eyes were glowing in the barely lit room. I still looked like I used to. Not much in my appearance had changed, but my personality was a different story.

My experience with religion is all life has consciousness. There has been a misunderstanding to me as a child when I see those who regard it as arrogance when we take our rightful place in the universe. And what is our rightful place? I grew up in a baptize church in N.C and the church of Christ in Conn. The baptize church I attended had all black members and the church of Christ I attended had 90% white. How did I know where my rightful place was in the universe? It is in gaining awareness of our true selfhood. I think you can get a better idea if you think of it in the correct sequence.