Shadow demons stalked his room, mirroring the pain and anger rampaging in his mind. They slithered from corner to corner and whispered their visions of despair. The storm outside raged, seething darkness and destruction and he began to weep. Such was the state of his exhaustion that he could no longer hold the worst of his emotions in check and delusions sprang from his spiraling thoughts. Shadowy teeth snarled. Sinister eyes flashed. He knew all he had to do was close his eyes and sleep would save him from himself but his eyes refused to shut. His monsters ruled the night.
Wind rattled the windows and screamed in frustration. Of what, he did not know, did not care to guess. The wind was something he had never understood anyway. Its howling was not to be ignored, though. It rose and fell in shrieks and moans, and seemed to give further voice, gnashing and menacing, to the shadow demons. They pressed close now. They would loom over him and then flit back to the corners when his eyes darted their direction. Soon they would grow brash enough to stay even under his gaze. They would learn that he was powerless against him and then they would pounce.
He longed for that, actually. Since his eyes refused to shut and he had long before even stopped trying to controls the demons he had produced, letting them sink their teeth and rip his flesh would be an end to his torture of waiting, or watching the minutes tick by, or feelings his mind continue to unravel. He almost called out to them, “What are you waiting for?” But, his mouth was too dry to form the words.
It was only a matter of time. He hoped. They would come for him. He hoped. Then his eyes would close. He hoped.