Silence enveloped her space though cars and the still busy life of the city below her are in full ring. She didn’t mind those, she’s used filtering the noise as there are more chaos in her mind. She chuckled mocking the business of the streets- not enough to grab her mind.
A girl in over-sized shirt stood by the balcony of the 37th floor where her unit is. Her short hair being swept by the gentle spring breeze. The moon could be seen in the horizon, thin swirls of cloud adding to the melancholy of the celestial light now nearing its full phase. Though this sight before anyone could be described as almost perfect- the harmony of the breeze with busy street and the atmosphere of a moonlit balcony, this is nowhere near it for the girl, for at times like this, she only wants to run away and hide, just anywhere without them.
Them. Her demons.
She let out a deep breath trying to control the shivers in her spine, triggered by the unnecessary need to cry. She gripped the railing trying to fight the urge to lose, braving the shadows that gradually engulfs. “Not again” shouted her mind, but then she let it be. She’s weak anyway.
A silent rage work its way out of her- demanding for her to feed it, emptying her. She just let it be, no one knows anyway and no one will as they just exist when everyone is in deep slumber. “Which one is it tonight?”
She may be tired of the world and of these demons, but ironically as if the universe is making fun of her- a mockery she is, it’s only by playing with them and feeding them will give her rest-
that peace inside.