Death. I hoped it would be easy, painless. I wasn't afraid. It could hardly be worse than the torture I had been through the last few weeks. My only regret was that my family and my Twin would be saddened by my death. I lay against the pavement, waiting for death to come, pinned to the ground. Cold, white arms holding my shoulders to the ground. Red eyes stared into my own. I knew I must be dying as the demon's features began to take on those of my boyfriend. That was impossible though, he was dead. Murdered two months ago, the body never found. I said my silent goodbyes to those I loved, and an apology to my Twin, who had to lose her three best friends so close to one another. The demon more and more began to resemble my beloved departed. I closed my eyes, waiting for the mental torture to end. Waiting for the pain to flee. Waiting for Death.