Devils Trance
So I have this thing going on that really is a mood story so I don't know for sure if I will do a series of this. For now there are no visual content of this because I am to lazy to draw stuff :P the story Is about a human and a demon (with some part that are actually my life stuff) that's all you need to know.
Devil's Trance
Four years have passed, I still don't know why I always think he will come back, after all he's dead. The only one who I ever cared of is gone, and I took his place, now I know how he felt, alone, feared and hated.
The story begins around five years ago; I was a teen with no friends but that was not really that unusual, but for me it didn't matter that much to have friends. I was five years old when my life changed drastically, I was one day sleeping on my bed with a high fever, because I was so young it was really a bad. My neighbours were partying really loudly in my apartment so I put the cushion over my head but it really was a bad idea to do since I already was breathing really hard. Without even noticing I fell asleep really fast, but that was not the case, I couldn't remember anything more than that the rest part of it was my parent's history. My mom told me that my bed near her was starting to shake so she woke up and turned the light on and then she saw me having a seizure and foaming out of my mouth. I was dying soon but my grandma was a nurse so she did the first aid on me and called the ambulance, when they arrived and placed me in the van I already lost my pulse completely so I was declared dead half way through to the hospital. I don't remember her details but the docs took me in a room for my body to rest while he was speaking to my mom who was crying, then something unexpected happened. The monitor started to show my heart rate again, and that was the day I was fully declared being a person with near death experience. It was a blessing said my mom to me but what it really was is a huge burden. People like me who had the same thing as me are not normal, some ended up in a mental hospital others killed themselves. Having such an experience changes lives and if you get it at my age your life is ruined, because of that you are not like normal kids and the psychologist describe it as becoming hyper conscious or mature. My parents got a shock from hearing that now I am more mature than them in mind, some say that death is the last experience and if you did experience it already but are still alive you are truly in the highest scale of experience in life. So here I am still alive and all, only with almost no emotions towards other people because they don't understand me for who I am, and honestly I lost all motives to care about it I am fine living by my own with no one to care of or think about.