“Noooo!” My 5-year-old mind screamed. “I don’t want to be here!” Yet there I was again. “Beezlebub” had just arrived in the pure white room of my mind. He threatened my life and was about to make his move. The battle began with him taking me into a very dark and frightening place full of blackness and hellish veins. The Battle Begins I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands, trying to block Read more…
