I sat there in my room, tears struggling their way out of my eyes. My head hurt and I could feel the bruise forming on my head and my hip. I keeled over laying down screaming and crying to myself. The devils incarnate pretending not to hear. I clutched my legs to my chest. Sobbing into the dark wash of my jeans. I closed my eyes abruptly, the tears forcing their way through my shut eyelids. I screamed and I cried. My eyes forcing myself to let them open. I did so, and felt the hot tears rush down my cheeks and onto my jeans. My skin was damp and sticking to my jeans around the area soaked with tears. The devils incarnate footsteps came closer and closer to my door. I dug my face into my knees,hoping the jeans would swallow me whole. I felt a hand across my face.
“Shutupâ€? the devils incarnate screamed at me. My voice quivered and my eyes grew more and more fond of blinking simultaneously. The devils incarnate was my blood, the devils incarnate was the one who born me, a child of God.