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I don't know how long I've been here. It feels like years have passed, but it might aswell have been mere hours, watching over the little 6 year-old peacefully sleeping a few meters from me. That's all that I am able to do; stick close to this small stranger, unable to stray more than a few meters from her side, and watch as she lives her life. I can't interact with her world either, however I can talk to the little girl, which is why I hate the nights with a burning passion; I have to sit here, waiting hours for her to wake up, while being unable to sleep myself.
I don't know what I did to deserve this. Whenever I try to remember anything from before being glued to the child, a pounding headache comes up, so I don't try anymore. It had to have been bad though, to have to sit through this torture every night. Even during the day I get ignored quite often. I seem to be some sort of last resort, who she only talks to when she doesn't have anyone else around. Can't she see the torture she is putting me through? Being dragged around as she has fun with other people, while I have to stand by and watch?
I hate it.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
But then I rembember that it's not her fault. She is just a girl, only six years old, unkowing of all the horrible secrets of this world. Those are the moments when I can clearly see why I deserve this punishment. I mean, I got mad at a six-year old for ignoring me. How pathetic can I get?
Those moments scare me aswell. I see this punishment as some sort of second chance at life, although I'm not really alive. I know that much, since I can't seem to do anything in this world, but talk to the girl. And even those conversations have to be initiated by her, giving her complete control over me. Quite ironic, if I must say so; giving an innocent girl control over a demon.
How do I know that I'm a demon? I just gathered as much; if I'm stuck in this hell, I must be a demon. And the tiny horns poking from my hair do not seem to prove otherwise, although the girl said she liked them, as they resemble a goat.
Recently I seemed to have developed an attachment to the girl. Obviously this was bound to happen, as she is the only one I can interact with, however I seem to have a strong desire to protect the 6 year-old, which is a total opposite from the resentful feelings I harbored in the beginning.
Still, I have to stand by and watch her get hurt. Watch as they put their filthy hands on her precious body. Watch as they taint her pure aura. Watch as she screams for help, desperation and hurt clearly visible in her eyes.
Watch as they ignore her, silence her with a cloth around her mouth. Watch as the hope drains from her eyes, soon followed by pure panick as they wrap their hands around her troath, suffocating her. I watch as the happy-go-lucky girl, who I have come to love as family, gets murdered in front of my eyes.
And I can't do anything. I received a second chance. A chance to prove that whatever I did in my past life, was not truly me. That I could be good aswell, by keeping this little girl company, providing her with a friend.
But I failed.
And I will pay for my failure. I know I will.
But not before THEY do!