The Demon and The Saviour.

She woke with a start.

She felt the similar sensations; unwelcome, unwanted and the most dominate of them, scared. She looked up from her bed, expecting to see him there. The man she’s spent her whole life being afraid of.

He was at the top of her stairs, he waited in the dark, he sat in her dreams waiting for her.

He never leaves her..

No matter if its day or night. As long as she’s functioning, he has now become apart of her. He calls her shadows home. He is her second thought, he lives in her doubts and he thrives in her nightmares. He was her demon.

No matter how hard she tried, these thoughts wouldn’t escape her. She did as she always did and got up then checked the house. He wasn’t there. He never was. Not any more. She was physically free of her demon, but mentally still his prisoner. He would never relinquish his control of her mind. She turned and looked at the clock on the wall, it said 1:22 am. Still so long till she would be free of this hell. Every night it was the same. Wake happy, free almost. Then the air begins to thicken around her. That noise. This noise. Did the stairs just creak? Her demon was so close.. This demon survives in every noise and continues to trembles her nerves since that very first time..

She tried looking at her phone, finding meaningless distractions. Nothing could shake the terror that lived within each blood cell in her body. Till 3:15am she would not be safe. From her mind or her memories. The minutes ticked by. Never going faster, always going slower..

Finally the time came, she heard the noise. Her saviour for the night. 3:15 in the morning, and her front door silently shut. She didn’t move, as she had spent her night waiting for this final relief. She listened to his footsteps, each step, meant a step closer to sanity and safety.

Her saviour and safe haven was home. The man that had reduced the shadows surrounding her thoughts. He seemed to make the noises that frightened her before, seem nothing but a harmonious melody of the night.

She could never be free. Even now this was an innocence she could never ask to be returned, freedoms that would never be awarded to her. The demon followed her every move.

Till her saviour lightened the darkness.

Her saviour met her in her nightmares, and he lead her to safety each and every night. As she sobbed once more in his arms, he held her and her pain. He held her together, when she felt she could no longer be just a singular entity, he held the broken pieces that she had become.

The demon had robbed more than just her innocence, but her essence. Her fire, her independence and her strength. He consumed more of her thoughts each and every day.

Her only relief relied upon one person.

For this woman..

It took the world itself, the moon and every star in the sky to bring the tiniest of sparkle to her eye again. But it changed slowly. Don’t in any way think this was quick or fast. It was slow and difficult.

It consumed her minutes;

Days.

Months.

Years,

even decades of her life.

But it was worth it. Every whisper, touch and memory. The feeling of love and appreciation. It held her tightly, even now. The saviour won the battle for her each and every night. He taught her of love and kindness. It seeped into her soul slowly. Till she won a battle, here. There. She kept winning, learning to love.

Till one day.

One day that came too slowly, but was much anticipated.

The one day that she felt her pieces coming together.

The day she felt whole again.