#DaDevilIzReal...
I woke up in a dark, enclosed space struggling to breathe to my surprise.
This was the weirdest bed I had ever seen and it was so uncomfortable.
I shone the light of my phone to try to find clues about this unordinary bed.
To my horror, I was found alive in the only place where alive people don’t belong.
I was getting more and more claustrophobic by the second because there was hardly any space to move around and I was getting autophobia because who knew who could hear me if I was miles away from my family.
I tried and tried and tried to bash myself out and finally…
There was a loud bash and I finally was able to rise out.
And then something horrific happened.
Almost like the Matrix, I was being shot at but I wasn’t dead.
But…
My blood splashed everywhere as I thought I was safer where I just was rather than out here in the open, vulnerable to this human.
He eventually gave up and I tried to make myself at home by going on my device to kill a lot of time.
AS soon as I dared turn on the screen, I stopped.
I scanned the floor for anything suspicious.
I didn’t find anything so I turned my phone back on and to my horror once again,
I saw sitting between my legs, a bright red horn.
The devils hore=n, I thought.
I did not really care so I turned my phone on for the third time, but this time.
This time, My blood practically froze under my skin as I saw the reflection of a 1 horned, two-winged flying creature.
I tried to jab him with my elbow, but he caught me, holding me in a dip.
But instead of kissing me, he hacked away at my flesh.
I cried my final tears because I knew this would be the end.
I woke up to my immortal father’s presence.
We both cried.
Some interesting ideas but it can be a bit difficult to follow. It would have been good to stop and describe the place you are in, describe the action and violence, describe the characters thoughts and feelings.
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