The Fear ; The Demon

She has always hated closeness since then,

She has always felt betrayed since then,

She has never ever tried believing since then,

She has tried to be the strongest of all since then,

She has had no problems sleeping with a pillow just to shoo away her fear since then,

She has been trying to make good memories just to hide the bad ones since then,

She has been the 'Best of Her’ since then.

She was 6 then but is 21 now.

Forced Hugs;

Forced Laughters;

Forced Childhood Games;

Forced Closeness;

Forced Sleep;

The Torture still lives with her.

She smiles today because she has grown up,

She laughs today because she has people to look after her,

Because back when she was 6 that demon tore her soul apart,

Now when she thinks;

he not only did what he did but also took a part of her,

A part that makes her stay aloof from everyone,

A part that never allows her to sleep at nights,

A part that does not allow her to fall in love.

The ‘Demon’; Yes!That's what she named him;

He still exists,

Still free,

Still happy,

Still smirks while looking at her,

Still flourishing after doing what he did,

Growing up made her realise she has survived,

grim and grave;

But still she wonders how come a person who is said to be the Protector for the whole life,

Becomes the worst tragedy for the whole life which can't be dissipated,

She shivers and says

“BROTHER, a Demon”