Demon Case

I am not who you think I am. I am not Human. I am not real to you. I am not alive. Are you?^..^
               -/      DemonCase

    I chewed on the end of my pen, it was getting harder to write now, and I didn't know how much longer I would last... Five lines of text sat there on my paper, the rest of the lines lay blank. I placed my pen on the paper again and began to write, but I quickly realized the words sounded all wrong. I grabbed the half-empty bottle of White-Out besidde me and covered over the mess of english writing. My grammar seemed to get worse as I went on writing. The sploches of White-Out could be seen clearly, their "white" was not exactly as "white" as the paper itself... I crumped the paper and threw it against the wall. It fell to the floor, joining with the other crushed failures. I sighed, it was almost hopeless to even try to write. My mind was a blank as it ever could be, like a piece of slate, just chipped off a ridge. I got up and went to the window. The marron curtains billowed in the small breese that was drifting inside.