Aphmau My Inner Demons Novels & Stories

The weight of the day's revelations pressed on me, and darkness seemed the only fitting backdrop to my shattered world. Drawing the curtains, I veiled myself in obscurity, free from judgment or scrutiny. The room, cloaked in shadows, provided the sanctuary I desperately craved. The demons within, however, took the liberty to dance in glee. Their sinister laughter echoed in the hollows of my mind, mocking my foolishness, naivety, and blatant stupidity. "Foolish, stupid girl." The demons responded with a sinister chorus, mocking my vulnerability. Amidst the darkness, the room whispered its own torment. Every corner echoed with the haunting memories of our moments, the shared laughter, and the

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

I reach out my good hand toward the cut on her forehead, my fingers hovering only centimeters above the split skin. Bailey closes her eyes and shakes her head. “No,” she whispers fervently. “It wasn’t you. It was Amos.” I know there’s truth to what she’s saying. No matter how much time might pass, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the demon’s claws sinking into my brain, gouging at the deepest parts of myself until I had become something unrecognizable, something inhuman. That horrible, grating laugh will forever haunt me.

I said softly as Shade came forward, and we slowly slipped into the shadows. When we reappeared, we were in my room. It was dark. I sat on my bed with her wrapped tightly in my arms. She gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging in as she searched for solid ground and found it with me. “I'm so sorry! I don't want to hurt you. This isn't easy for me. I want you but I can't be with you. I'm no good for you. There's too much darkness in me, and my past is so dark that if it wasn't for the darkness inside me, my dark past is too bad; you deserve better. Everything about me is wrong. Everything about me is bad, and everything about you is good. You deserve better than me,” I said, and I hated

Tears fell, one after another, splattering silently onto the floor. That night stretched on endlessly as I wandered the streets, searching for an open pharmacy. By the time I considered going to the hospital, rain had started pouring down, drenching me and washing away every last illusion. I finally stumbled home, soaked and defeated, a painful clarity settling over me. It was that night I realized our seven-year marriage had been nothing more than a mirage. But even now, in death, I hadn't found peace. Just when I thought I'd be a wandering soul forever, my friend Yuna sensed something was off.

By the time I came to, Mom was looking at me with eyes that sparkled like they held a secret. "Whoa! What's with Mom's look? Can she… hear my thoughts?" She gave me a playful wink. In that moment, my heart leapt with joy. "No way! She can actually hear me! This is amazing! Together, we'll be unstoppable! This time, we're going to make those scumbags regret everything they've ever done!"

Her voice trembled, but she still whispered, “You’re wrong.” I shook my head, stepping back again. “No, I’m not. Because I’ve seen what happens when it takes over. I’ve seen the blood. I’ve seen the bodies. That thing inside me—” I pressed a fist against my chest, breathing raggedly. “—it’s a demon. And it’s been clawing at me since the day I was born.” The silence between us stretched, heavy and suffocating. “Okay... and Nicholai, saying all this won’t keep me away.”

I want to comfort the feral desperation radiating from him. I’ve never heard Damion sound like this before. Never. His hand tightens around mine. Like he’s afraid I might fall back into darkness again. I try to squeeze back. My muscles protest, but I manage something. A tiny pressure. Barely there. But enough. Enough to feel him. Enough to ground me. Enough to remind me I’m alive. And suddenly I see them. His demons. They stand behind his eyes like shadows. Guilt. So much guilt.

I gave her a small smile. " I saw Mofe walking out, is all good?" I nod. "She went to the bathroom". "Okay, then, I'll be back soon". I nod and out my airpods on, my phone dinged. I clicked on the album by Joeboy that Tochi shared with me on Spotify. The beat flooded my ears making me a sudden saccharine rush. I felt a sudden relieve something i haven't felt in totality since that night after socials but that was soon gone when from the wall facing me emerged Lola's ghost. Everything around her was a blur, she was the only clear thing in sight. She had let her high bun out in a fro. Do ghosts change their looks?