I lay on the bed with my blood shot eyes fixed on the closed door of my bedroom, waiting for it to swing open and death to walk in. The room is dark with only the faint light of the moon pouring through the gap between the curtains that softly move to the wind. After Alex left, leaving me alone with the person I fear, I collapsed heavily down to the mattress and sobbed. The tears silently rolled down my face and my hand pressed hard against my mouth from letting my cries be heard. I didn’t want the devil to know I was crying because of him; I know that my suffering would only make him happier. And that’s why, outside this space that’s always filled with either the sunlight or the moon, enclosed by four walls, I’ll pretend to be strong. In front of the devil, I won’t let my hurt show but on
