The Monster Inside me

This host is growing weaker by the moment. "Are you dying human? You barely lasted a week." That eerie voice says echoing in my head again.

"You're not real, you're not real, shut up get out of my head!" I shout aloud, hands cupping my ears rigorously shaking my own skull.

"You'll be rid of me soon you're of no use to me now, time for a new host."

"I'm free?" I ask slightly hopeful, the thought feeling too good to be true.

"Silence! Turn here." I do as the voice commands anything to get my life back. I enter a bar flooded with people of all ages and demographics, only thing they have in common is how intoxicated they all are. "You've done as I asked human you are free be gone!" I hear the voice say, exhaustion surging through me as I feel its presence exit my body. I stumble towards the door eyes and limbs heavy unsure if I'll make it home or collapse outside. But none of that matters to me, I'm finally free of that soul sucking monster and I intend to get away before it changes its mind.

THE DEMON

That weak woman has left me famished. I'll have to feed on a plethora of humans to recoup my strength. Gazing around this establishment filled with inebriated idiots I spot the perfect victims. I float over to a group of five seated at the end of the bar. One human stands out from the rest. The tallest, best dressed and most charismatic of the group, the one called Desmond. Ironically, they seem to have made him their leader. They believe he is the strongest based on his outwardly appearance and seemingly confident demeanor. Humans are such foolish creatures, blindly following a leader they barely know on a surface level. Desmond is in fact the weakest of them all riddled with depression, anxiety, low self-worth, low self esteem, self-hatred and addiction. The perfect first victim, I'm going to enjoy tearing apart this group and consuming their life forces.

DESMOND

Another Friday night out surrounded by fucking people. Same bar same crowd same shit every week, he thought to himself. Oh well better than being home alone with my thoughts. As he chugged the rest of his beer half listening to his friends go on about work and women. A strange sensation came over him.

"Dez you alright man? You don't look so good." says Niko his longest friend. Desmond stands abruptly his dominant hand pressed against his lips and darts towards the bathroom. He locks the door behind him, he wouldn't be caught dead puking like a schoolgirl. Vomit quickly spews from his mouth and into the toilet as he enters the nearest stall. He flushes the toilet, examines his clothes and washes his hands and face. I haven't puked since I was seventeen. He thinks to himself looking into the mirror at his own reflection. Only somethings different, somethings off it almost feels like his reflection is looking back at him breathing its own air. He shakes the thought chalking it up to apparently being more drunk than he realized. He runs his wet hands through his chestnut brown curls putting each hair back into place.

Desmond's head turns right before his eyes in the mirror at the sound of the doorknob jiggling. His hazel eyes widen in perplexity at the sight before him. "Going to answer that?" the mirror image asks.

"Dee, open up, you good man?"