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Author Name: Freemidnight 1 Comments
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Whispers all around me. I stare at my book, and try to ignore them, those whispers. I slowly start reading the words on the page. Soon I start seeing the story happen inside my head like a movie.

 I can see when Holly gets smacked by a demon thatís possessed her. There are many demons, but one in particular likes to smack her. Sheís sitting on a stool inside her mind, stuck. If she wiggles a toe in her mind, even the smallest pinky toe, she gets smacked. I can almost feel the sting of the smacks as she tries to retake her mind. I can put myself in her shoes. I have my own demons too. She is trying to concentrate on what a handsome man is saying to her outside of her mind. I can feel the struggle, the want to please the man outside of her mind and to try to be as still as possible, so she doesnít get hit.

 I get pulled back to the world outside of my book as a girl pulls the chair out from under me and I crash to the floor with a thud. Sighing, I pick myself up and go to a corner to make sure no one can go behind me and sit. I continue to read Hollyís plight against the demons in her mind.

In lunch I sit at a table in the corner and eat my salad while reading. I act like the guy who just came and sat down isnít there. He tries to ask me why I sit alone, while looking back at his friends smirking. I continue to read.

 I feel the surprise Holly feels when a demon suddenly disappears out her mind. Thereís many more but thatís still one gone. The relief she feels is very real to me. She wiggles her pinky toe as a test. The other demons are too worried about whatís going on outside her mind to notice the wiggle.  I can see the demons slowly but surely leaving her mind. Thereís only a few left now. They are pathetically screaming as they get dragged out. I see them dying as they enter the real world of the book. There is a person who is calling them out, and then is slaying them. If only my real life demons could be slayed.

The math teacher calls my name outside of my book. I look up to his scowling face and know I have missed him calling my name for the past few minutes. The girls in the front row send me glares because I have the teacherís attention that they yearn for. I just look back down at my book, and read once more.

 Holly gains the courage to move a foot, since the demons are too busy with the guy outside of her mind. They donít notice. I feel a smile creeping across my face from the feeling of accomplishment of her being able to move a foot without being smacked. I move my own foot not remembering that Iím in a classroom. A boy turns around and shoves my desk back because I accidently hit his desk with my foot.

The day ends. I walk down the halls reading my book. Holly is free. The demons in her mind have all left. She goes about trying to help others that are trapped by their own demons. I ignore my own demons. The ones that call out comments, push me into the walls, and try to trip me on the stairs. Someday my demons will be gone to, and I will help others with their own demons.

Author's Notes:
Book reference is "Wicked" by Nancy Holder and Debbie Viquie. I wrote this all I just referenced the book taking scenes out and putting them in my own words.
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Comment By: FreeJohnny on May 16, 2011 02:19:07 PM Report

One of the things I have noticed about my favorite poet is that you talk about the mind and the inner most thoughts. And while I know they way I am interpreting it is more than likely weren't your TRUE intentions, it is still remarkable. The mind is truly an incredible and complex tool. The medical, psychological, and philsophical fields can do all the research they want, but in the end, we will know nothing. The scary thing is we apply meaning. Meaning is up for interpretation, and no matter what, we can never be wrong within our applied thoughts. "Inner Demons..." we all have them, whether we want to believe it or not. How we handle them is completely up to us. Surronding us with the people we love to help contain them is wise indeed.


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