Literature
Struggling In The Shadows
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
The demon growled as he pushed a glass vase off of his kitchen table. It fell and crashed to the ground, shattering in a million tiny pieces.
"I hate him, I HATE him!"
He knelt down in the middle of the mess of broken glass, water, and roses, clutching at his head in agony as he groaned.
Why can't I remember anything?
How did I get here?
What happened before all this?
Well, that first one was a lie.. I suppose I remember some things.
I know my name. I wish that was it.
He sighed and took a few more deep breaths, and he started to clean up the mess he had made. He started with the roses, not minding the sharp