31. Wherever the devil resides

Grace-

“That’s the problem… u run.” He held my hand; I realized staying will make me weak. Weak enough to give in.

“Because when I stay, I destroy things.” I jerked his hands off and ran inside. I locked myself inside my room, the small box, under the bed, hiding from eyes,

eyes that belong to me,

eyes that are cussing at me,

My bones are stained with sins, scorched from fires, broken by betrayal, soaked with blood so I have no right to impure that soul.

Darkness seeks light not to gleam itself but to take it’s shine, consume it, kill it. And I’ll do my best to stay away from him.

End it before starting it, the tears falling from my eyes might dry, but his blood on my hands will never fade.

My soul is too dark for him, and if I remind myself about my murk, I’ll realize that I don’t deserve peace.

“Grace…” I heard a knock on the door, my body flinched and I squatted into the smallest space available.

I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to. Another bang and I looked at the silhouette