I laid in my bed tossing and turning, held down by the buckles the demon had left, I wondered. It was probably almost two in the morning, but he was still out on the town. The weight was heavy on my like the death of a person, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

This demon had shown up nearly two years ago, when my best friend left. He replaced him. Now I sit in the dark every night, praying when he comes back he will take off the belts and buckles.

Moonlight comes in the open window as I laid my head against the soft walls. I couldn’t use my arms, but I could at least relax a little.

I miss my friend, we always we together, playing games, watching movies, sleepovers… then he was just gone.

We had a party one night and a bunch of friends over, the there was lights everywhere and I remember seeing rain and a big black box. Everyone was crying and was sad because he was gone… which I could understand, he was my best friend.

Wait! A black box! It was a coffin…. Did my friends die? Was that what happened? Did my friend die that night at the party?

I can see my friend now, he is back from being up town. I can see him with his devil horns, punishing me for killing him. I finally realize I’ve been waiting for him to return all this time. The demon is my friends.

“I’ve missed you so much! Can you get these belts off me so we can get out of here?”

“No, this is your own misery, your own hell. Only you can get your self out.”

“If you were like this I would help you get out! Please get me out.”

“I can’t, you made it so I couldn’t.”

‘How?’ I whispered silently as he came over and wrapped two more belts around me before leaving into the darkness.

What did I do, how did he die, where am I anyway? Now there is something I haven’t thought of for a while. The room is white, and the floors and walls are padded….

I’m Crazy?!

Think, what happened that night? All I remember are those stupid lights… and a blade…this can’t be… what did I do?!

“This boy has been talking to himself since late last night, he is suffering from a few different mental instability that are listed here. He appears to have trauma from killing his friend.” A mans voice said from out side the door. The light in the room was brighter. The sun was shining….

“I’m Sorry! I don’t know why I did it! Please let me out!” I cried to the door and the man inside the window. The weight of all the belts lifted off me, except the real belts that held my arms to me.

“Your psych evaluation isn’t for another week my friend. You’ll have to wait till then. Don’t mind him. He says he’s sorry every morning, and then by the evening he doesn’t remember what he did.” The doctor said as he walked the group of people he was talking to away.

“I forget about what! About WHAT!” He cried out as they left.

I lay here in my room tossing and turning, buckles holding me down. You see this demon keeps them on me as he goes out every night….