Daemn Chapter One

My name is Daemn. I am fourteen years old. I am writing this so that once I am well, I can look back at my own despair. I am not well. Not well at all. Not that I'm sick or anything. It’s more of a psychological or mental illness. I am possessed by a demon. I have no family at all. Not a mother for love, not a father for guidance. Not a sibling for enjoyment, Not a cousin to pass time. No one. Do you want to know why? Because I killed them. No. Not me. My demon. I witnessed their death and my own hands were stained with their blood. I ran. Far away where I would hurt no one close to me ever again. I currently live in a hut made out of garbage at the junk yard. It’s been a couple years since I killed them and less than a month since I've killed in general.
         I have no control over my demon at all. If I don't allow him a turn with my body he begins to eat away at my insides. He torches them, lights them on fire. Until I become unconscious then he takes over. If only I would stay unconscious and not witness the painful deaths. He truly has no mercy. He spares no one, him and his damned Devil's Tongue. The Devil's Tongue is a blade that was forged by the flames of the Demons. When he is about to take a life a blade forms in my hands. A long heartless blade of dark steel. It curves like the flames which forged it.
         Some day when I can control this power, I will atone for my sins and protect everyone instead of murder. But when I think such thoughts he laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs. He doesn't stop laughing for hours. It is impossible to drown him out. He has ways of influencing me. He is the voice in my head telling me to take the path of evil. When he won’t stop and I sit crying, and curse. I curse the little angel that is supposed to be there for me. The little angel that is supposed to be there to tell me the right path.
         I am currently inside my small home. Fighting. Not fighting for my life. But for the lives of others. He won't stop. I'm on the verge of giving in. Please help me. Help me anyone. I need a guardian angel. But there’s no angel in heaven willing to take me under their blissful wings. To just allow me to forget all that has happened, even for a moment, would be heaven. I am so sad. So lonely. Won't anyone be there for me? I am really trying. I really am. But I can’t do this alone. Please. Just lend me your hand. Give me your strength.