The fight of Her living life or the Darkness living it

The foggy morning barely covering the car windshield didn't faze her. She was already in a daze as she walked with her keys in her left hand, looking down, wondering why she was back at feeling empty.

She opens her door to get in, inserting the key in the ignition, and as it starts, she feels the cold air from the heat she forgot to turn off last night. She looks over and turns it off, glad she noticed the cold air knowing she wasn't to the point yet of being numb. She throws her purse in the passenger seat, trying not to pay mind to the trash on the passenger floor.

She couldnt ignore it but yet she didn't feel she had any energy for the time to do anything about it. Had to be about 4 lunches worth of wrappers, to-go boxes, drinks. Usually, she is cleaner and puts all her trash in a plastic bag and throws it out instantly. According to GPS, reversing her car prepared to feel the overwhelming traffic of getting to work on time, knowing she would be a minute late already. She drives changing the radio channel over 5 different times back and forth to her presets because she can't bear commercials or songs she can't stand.

Her whole car ride was the thinking of everything she wanted to do and had to do, which did not align. She gets into work with a smile on her face to begin her day and is given her daily tasks to get through the 8 hour work day, already worried she will fall asleep during her lunch because she didn't have coffee or an energy drink. She manages to compensate, sustaining her energy. Her day goes by till 1 hour before the end; she endures an argument with her significant other through text messages over something she had done. She holds back the tears going into the bathroom, wanting to break the mirror and rip out her hair staring in the mirror, trying to figure out who she is or was becoming. She walks out with a smile on her face. A boss tells her to go and see the vice president upstairs; she felt her heart pounding out of her chest as she rushed to pack alot of her stuff from her desk in her oversized handbag; stuffed what she could, that would fit. She heads upstairs; her emotions become a blur as she wears a smile on her face, ready to play it off as whatever comes her way won't faze her. She played very well with perceived understanding professionalism. She pushes her boundaries values aside to agree with what has to be done to keep her job. All smiles have a good rest of the day as she walks out the door. When she walked out that door, she couldnt bear to look down at her phone as it was blown up with text messages from her spouse knowing they said death till they part but yet she felt them falling apart. She walked down the stairs and back into work, and couldnt remember walking back down the stairs to her desk. She stays for the rest of her shift and leaves without saying a word a once she gets to her car, she screams as tears fall, begins to drive away, knowing now she is numb. She went home and couldnt shake the evil that had overcome her; she was no longer there, just the darkness of insecurity, hate, and resentment. This dark spirit hated her loved to possess her from all existence. So it could live on earth rather than in her mind. In confinement for 5 years due to her sobriety, she was anxious to taste the outside. She grabbed the bottle and her journal and fought as she looked to the bible, and the evilness did not let her get away as fast as she drank from the bottle. A few pages in the alcohol was consuming her, and she kept writing in her journal asking if mother Mary struggled before she conceived Jesus. The spirit took over till she would no longer have strength but to eliminate the rest of her pain from past memories. She was dead, but the darkness was very much alive and ready to survive, telling her it was time. She was trapped in her mind where the spirit of the darkness once was, and she cried as she knew how much harm would be done. She could hear men and see the light being shined into her eyes as she was slapped back and forth as the spirit began to suffocate her body was carried away in a bag into an ambulance as she could hear slander and hate of evil. Her body shot up as the dark spirit that possessed her body was reaching to rip out the IV that was trying to bring her back out of her mind and back to life. They restrained her, and the darkness began to get weaker as it was drowned, and she came back, and the darkness went back and fought with all the might clouding all judgment, but she was able to feel her life on the outside again. She was alive, no longer numb, and back in confinement. The spirit went back to imprisonment as she cried, knowing it would always be a fight, but she had to keep fighting for her life to eventually crush all darkness that lives in her mind. Apologizing to her husband for getting caught in the crossfire of her battle. Now he is left with that memory and the darkness wants nothing more than for it to rip them apart so the battle begins all over again. She's on her way to better days she can't let the darkness out again will she be able to be wiser this time. To be continued..