I used to close my eyes so tight and wish everything away. Pushing away anything trying to penetrate into my thoughts; FEAR. Bad whiffs of dark clouds, my demons, i call them, provoking me.I refuse to open my eyes. I endured all the torment just so I could keeo myself in the safe state of mind. I dreamt of happy days, laughter, honesty, momentarily numbing myself of the outside world. It pains. It pained. Lonely little girl, screaming in the house. Uncertainties. Why-s? What if-s? They take the form of black butterflies and toxic bubbles. Life was full of butterflies and bubbles.

My fists clenched so tight,my nails dug deep into the flesh of my fist. It doesn't hurt. Beneath the tightly shut eyes, stars appeared on black velvet. Fireworks. It hurts. I spin, round and round and round. Bile starts running to my throat. It hurts.

Wind entered the room. Demons fled. Like white chiffon, it stroked my ebony hair. Like long pianist's fingers, it caresses the strands of my tresses. It whispered honey into my ears. It felt good. Like a devoted mother, it held both my hands in its. Healed, the wound where i bled. Unclenched my fist gently and it laid them on my lap. Like an artist, it erased the creases of my frowning forehead. It felt good. Beneath my eyes, colours over black velvet. Laughter, love, no pain, just virginal happiness. At its simplest. A smile crept on my face. Bubbles of mirth escaped my lips. I laughed and i laughed some more.

A voice," Have hope, my love,". Serene. Dark cloaks were lifted. It left through the window. I tried running after it. It's gone.

I feel good.

It was Hope.