My friends

I think I have some strange friends. No one can see them but me. You see, my friends feed off everyone’s fear. Sometimes they feed off mine. I don’t mind though. I get along with them. The only bad thing is they tell me to do bad things. I never listen to them and so bad things happen to me. Am I insane? I think I am. Some days I struggle to not fall completely into the embrace of my friends. They’ve been there for me through really hard times though. I try to ignore everyone and only speak to my friends. My friends are demons. And soon, they will give me the gift of being a demon too.