I wonder sometimes that if the storm were to subside enough, whether leaving even for the briefest of moments would relieve me of this endless torment but I find myself growing tired the moment I step outside the door. It is discouraging to say the least to think that I may not be well enough to leave when it does come that time. I wish I were getting better rather than worse but I must not think of that. It is a self fulfilling prophecy or so Kagome says.
Those infernal sulphur colored eyes stare at me as though it knows what a vicious influence it has. One demons eyes in particular haunts my every waking hour. It's gaze follows me wherever I go, always within eyesight. I have tried various positions around the room to no avail. It is always watching, waiting. I become positively angry at its persistence. I have never seen so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and I know from personal experience how such things are not always as they seem. How many items were possessed during our quest? How many times were things not as they appeared?
Yet my wife continues to reassure me that she senses no demonic presence or dark aura emanating from any object here. The other furniture in our room does not affect me. I don't spend countless hours outlining every detail, every chip or flaw in the lacquer in the other pieces. Only that one. On that one, I notice everything. Every minute detail. The flaws that scream at me. The eyes that follow me everywhere.