The light in his eyes faded as darkness engulfed his soul once
more. The joy, the wonder and the sheer delight of life would evaporate in an
instant whenever the possession came.
The possession would come from seemingly nowhere, with no
warning and with no way of shaking the demon off until its demands were met.
But the demands could never be met. The Devil is an unreasonable master.
Fire burned in his heart as the hatred surged through his
blood. How could life treat him as cruelly as this? It was all so unfair. Under
his own command he was happy and fun, he was excited by life and even invigorated
by it, but now, under the control of this monster, he could only despise it.
When the weight of the fury pressing down onto his shoulders
became too heavy a burden, he threw himself to the floor. A terrifying scream
erupted from deep within his belly that shook the floor upon which he now lay.
The scream was soon followed by another more passionate than the first and then
a volley of punches found their way into the same cold ground. It didn't help.
The agony could not be dispelled. A
voice sang out above him, trying to calm the beast but it was only an echo. No
words could be heard, no sense could be made from them – it was simply white
noise, hissing only slightly louder than the droning background chattering of
the demons in his head.
Why could the person talking not shut up and listen to him
instead of continually spouting the same old lines? Wasn't his pain clear
enough? He knew exactly what was needed to dispossess the devil and he had
shouted it clearly and repeatedly. He
explained relentlessly what was needed and with each syllable that he yelled he
slapped the floor to emphasise their urgency, and yet still it remained out of
his grasp. And that was the pill that was hardest to swallow. It was right
there in front of him. He could see it. He could smell it. He could almost
taste it: but just not quite. He needed it. He needed it now.
The woman looked down at him and sighed deeply. She’d seen
this all too often and died a little inside each and every time it happened. Carefully
she removed something from her rucksack, crouched down and waved it in front of
his face. She knew it wasn't what he wanted but hoped it could be what he
really needed. It would just stall for time, she knew that but it was all she
had. Guilt hammered through her bones at the sight of his distress but she had
to stay strong and help him through this. Somehow she had to force the fiend
out of his body.
He snatched the offering from her hand but threw it back in
her face. How could she think that he would be duped so easily, did she really
not understand how desperate his craving was? In one swift movement, she picked
it back up and thrust it straight into his mouth; no chance for refusal was given.
How dare she? Who the hell does she think she is? Why would she do this?
Actually though, it was quite nice, now that he tasted it properly.
Like a Hawk catching glimpse of a mouse’s nose poking from a
hole from fifty feet away, she pounced. It was only the tiniest flicker in his
eyes but she saw the change. With a practised ease, she picked him up and
carefully strapped him into the trolley’s toddler seat.
“Come on” she soothed, placing a book into his hands “We
only have two more aisles to go and then you can help count the bags when we've
paid at the checkout. That ice cream in the trolley is for after dinner
tonight, you can’t have it now.”
And with that she pushed onwards. He gulped the milk down
hungrily and smiled when he saw the funny dog on the cover of his favourite book
and at the thought of counting those bags. The importance of his role in bag
counting thrilled him excitedly, without him to keep an eye on things a bag
could be left behind.
The devil was once again vanquished and the angel restored. But
the possession would be back soon enough. It never stayed away long.
…That their kids can be a right pain in the arse. There are
days you bang your head against a wall and wonder how it is that three minutes
of fun can screw your whole life up so royally (I know what you are thinking but
the commercials on Downton don’t last long enough for dilly-dallying).
Some days you really don’t know how you are ever going to
But then again, some days… Well, some days you come home
from work and walk in to find them doing something so bloody stupid that you
laugh until you cry and everything falls into place...