Chapter Eleven

Caden's Point of View

My demons come in many forms, it comes in many ways and it definitely comes in many names. I sat and watch as they all name my demons, study it, I watch as they prescribe drugs and treatment to make it go away, but that's just the sad aspect, the demons that hunts me will never stop, they will continue to hunt me till I die, no treatment and therapy can drive away my demons.

The length in which I've fought my demons made me one of them. I've fought my demons so hard and so long that I've become one. I look in the mirror and all I see is them, I don't see me anymore, I don't see Caden Manchester, I see who I was told to be before I even knew who I was, I see the person the world made me, not the person I was meant to be. I don't think I can be who I was made to be, I feel like it's too late to start over, I feel like no matter what, the past will always catch up.

It catches up to me in different forms, in nightmares, in flashbacks to Vincent, Victor and even Vanil