Fragile.

The soft spot on my head has returned. 

A demon punches my skull from the inside, breaking apart tissue and bone. He is never too tired to stop, but when he does, he starts screaming. 

He screams for me do let him out. I rebuttal with no, I am stronger than you. 

Laughs then echo in my head and I'm struck again. My eyes are pinched from within causing me to tear up. I'm strong, I repeat to myself. My ear drums are stabbed and blood flows out. I'm strong. I can't hear myself, words are drowning in the puddles in my ears. 

The soft spot on my head gives and a thick black substance seeps out and clings to my hair. It flows down my face and wraps itself around my neck. The substance becomes sticky, then forms into chains. I'm chocking. 

Attached to the chains is the demon, he is standing out of the soft spot. The wicked grin on his face seems familiar as he bends over and looks me in the eyes. Are you stronger than I am? he ponders.

I am... I exhale. weak.