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The Eclectic Pen - Demon

By: Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin)   + 7 more  
Date Submitted: 6/8/2008
Last Updated: 6/8/2008
Genre: Biographies & Memoirs
Words: 383
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I can feel the beginnings of the metamorphisis. I won't be turning into a thing of beauty. No it will be a thing of rage. I can feel my skin begin to crawl with it. The room becomes too small, people seem too close I need to back away, I need to breath. Noises are louder,lights are bordering on too bright. The aching begins now. My head, my back and stomach. No one understands, why oh why are they all against me. I feel so all alone. No it's not an excuse. No it is not imaginary. Would I or anyone else choose to go through this willingly. I think not. This demon I am connected to I can not be freed from. I've been told it will be years for me before it is over. What a sentence, what a fate. I have two beautiful daughters thankfully one has escaped this but my other, oh my beautiful gift of a girl, she, she has this demon to contend with as well. As I am almost consumed with it, I crawl into my bed, I crawl into the fetal position wrapped around my heating pad. I want my mother now. That horrible sick feeling is on me and all I can think of is how I want my mother. I know that somewhere my poor baby girl has said the same thing for she has told me so. I fall into merciful sleep. Thank you God for the peace I wasn't sure would come. I awake groggy, exhausted and glistening with sweat, the demon nowhere to be found. I have fought the battle and won for another time when we will meet again unfortunately. I hear my husband ask my daughter if Mom's alright. He comes into our room and sits down to hold me. "It was bad this time wasn't it" he asks. I sniffle, nod my head and lean into his strong safe embrace. He sweetly offers to start dinner and after asking me if I want anything quietly closes the door. I am left alone in the dark and lay back against the cool safety of my pillows. I turn of the heating pad and wonder, do all women go through this. Do they all have a demon named PMS.

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