My mind is a prison. I look for a way out, but all I see are thick walls. I scream and bang my hands until they are black and blue and the walls are smeared red with blood, but progress is never made. I cry out for God, but not even God can reach me here. It is just me and my thoughts and the demons that control us both.
"You are mine." The reverberations of the voices echo from each wall and attack my ears at every angle. "You are nothing." "You will never be loved."
"Shut up!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but the words are swallowed up and spat back at me. I try to run, but the walls reach out and pull me into them. There is no wiggling free from their grip. The voices move closer and turn into a whisper so low that the echoes have to lean in just to hear their vile tunes.
"We are the only ones-" "-Who will ever be here." "You will never be loved." "Never."
"I am lov-" I begin to scream, but the walls slam my mouth shut. I again try to free myself, but the grip only tightens. My ribs pierce into my lungs. My heart refuses to beat. My blood no longer flows through my veins and the war in my brain wages on.
"How dare you try and fight us!" "Silly boy." "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO YOUR MASTER IS?" "Don't you...?"
I feel them lean in and whisper in a unison so soft that is nearly mute.... "us."