Title: Demons
Author: jacksrubberduckie
Summary: They're a part of him.
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Category: Angst
Warnings: A little on the dark side if you're looking for happy or fluffy you may want to give this a miss.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been mine, never will be mine.
Author's Notes: Just something I had to write. It's un-betaed because it needed to be left as I wrote it.
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They always come for him in the dead of night. When the air is still and the world is dark and he could almost believe he is completely alone in it.
He accepts them when they come. He long ago realised that refusing them, denying them allows them to grow and consume him.
They bring with them grief and he welcomes that. He has learnt that it is not the grief that devours people and destroys them from the inside. It's the demons. The grief is what keeps them in check.
So he lets the tears fall, it's dark, he's alone and no one can see him. He can allow himself this weakness if it's what it takes to keep the demons at bay.
Despite what people may think he can't always predict when the demons will come. Yes, sometimes it's because something in his day brought them to the forefront of his mind. As often as not he will simply find himself awake long past midnight, unable to find the comfort of sleep.
So he grieves for everything the demons stole when they claimed him. He grieves alone because they're his demons and he's not sure he'll ever be ready to let anybody help him. They're his burden to carry.
Sometimes he gets angry. Not at himself and not at the demons but at the people that inflicted some of them on him.
In the privacy of his thoughts and in the darkness he names his demons and recognises them for what they are.
They're a part of him and as long as he remembers them and acknowledges them he knows he'll be able to face tomorrow.
Author: jacksrubberduckie
Summary: They're a part of him.
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Category: Angst
Warnings: A little on the dark side if you're looking for happy or fluffy you may want to give this a miss.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been mine, never will be mine.
Author's Notes: Just something I had to write. It's un-betaed because it needed to be left as I wrote it.
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They always come for him in the dead of night. When the air is still and the world is dark and he could almost believe he is completely alone in it.
He accepts them when they come. He long ago realised that refusing them, denying them allows them to grow and consume him.
They bring with them grief and he welcomes that. He has learnt that it is not the grief that devours people and destroys them from the inside. It's the demons. The grief is what keeps them in check.
So he lets the tears fall, it's dark, he's alone and no one can see him. He can allow himself this weakness if it's what it takes to keep the demons at bay.
Despite what people may think he can't always predict when the demons will come. Yes, sometimes it's because something in his day brought them to the forefront of his mind. As often as not he will simply find himself awake long past midnight, unable to find the comfort of sleep.
So he grieves for everything the demons stole when they claimed him. He grieves alone because they're his demons and he's not sure he'll ever be ready to let anybody help him. They're his burden to carry.
Sometimes he gets angry. Not at himself and not at the demons but at the people that inflicted some of them on him.
In the privacy of his thoughts and in the darkness he names his demons and recognises them for what they are.
They're a part of him and as long as he remembers them and acknowledges them he knows he'll be able to face tomorrow.