Fallen Angel

A dark look into my struggle with self-injury. Please do not read if it may trigger you.

[[I was clean for 420 days before I had a small relapse.]]




Fallen Angel




I hear a child.
I hear a child, screaming.
This is the scream of a child.
This is the scream of an anguished child.
This is the scream of a child being tortured.
This is a child in physical pain.

I am drawn into the next room.
There is a child, a girl. There is a man.
He is a beautiful man.
And she is a beautiful little girl.
But you would not know; her face is
tear-streaked.

I realize suddenly why this little girl is screaming.

She is cutting her arm,
blade
in
hand

And somehow I know that this man is making her do these horrible things to herself.

And somehow I know that this little girl had her innocence stolen away by this beautiful, stunning man who tempted her with
pretty
silver.

Somehow I know that this beautiful man is a fallen angel named Lucifer.

And somehow I know that this little girl is
me.