People say they want to chase their demons. I actually try to chase my demon. An evil spirit that haunts my mind day and night. I wouldn't say that it can possess me, but his cold blood runs through my veins. I can feel it. It's dark soul passing through me. When I turned 8 years old, the demon came to my room. He cut his wrists opened and his blood dripped on me. It soaked into my skin, causing a burning sensation. All I remember is how I couldn't fight it. I felt powerless. I wanted it to stop, but I couldn't move. Before the demon could complete the curse, my parents barged into my room. Demons were something they had dealt with in the past and they attacked it right away. They fought the demon off of me, breaking his process. Both my parents died that night trying to protect me. I was then sent to live with my aunt, who was a demon hunter, my parents and her used to work together. The day she introduced me to her home, she asked about what had happened, and I told her. Mom and dad died saving me and the demon vanished. I haven't seen it since. Since then, my life has been changed. I can feel a great darkness looming over me. I'm doomed. A demon's curse and now, everyday, I feel myself weakening. I'm sick. The demon blood is slowly killing me. It's my weakness.

"Isn't there an antidote?" You think. Well there isn't any. My aunt and I searched for a cure for many years. Then one day, we came across a man who knew all about demons. He told me that I cannot be cured, but that I can be kept alive longer. I can drink more demon blood. So I did. I have been since I was 15 years old. It helps me feel better, even though it kills me slowly. My aunt would go buy a bottle of it every month. When we run out of blood, I start to go insane. It has become my drug. As much as I hate taking that demon crap, it keeps me alive longer. One way or another my life will end. I have been dealing with this problem for 10 years now. I drink the blood everyday, to make sure I can get through the days without feeling sick. Well, at least without getting worse.

But today, I feel different. I cannot get myself out of bed. I'm weak and I can't move. I'm dying. All the muscles in my body are aching and I feel myself drift away. Who would have imagined an 18 years old would die of demon poisoning? My aunt looks at me with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry."

I want to say. I can't even get those two words out. The black blood has taken over my body and it's taking my life away. All this because of a demon. A demon who ripped everything away from me. My parents my sanity, and my life. I shut my eyes and I fade away into the deepest black hole until I no longer feel anything. I'm gone. I'm dead. I lost. The demon won.