Monster ≫ h.s

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"Stuck with you."
m a i s y

I tried so hard to maintain time. I knew what would happen if I lost count of the days, of time. I knew that I would slowly lose myself as my mind scattered. And that's exactly what happened. I've lost myself, my sanity unhinging painfully.

Eventually I asked Harry how long I was here and he responded with three and a half months. I was in complete shock. Days meshed together, and my sense of reality was destroyed. That means it must be sometime mid January.

My heart broke when I found out my case was closed several weeks ago. It had gotten cold with no leads they ended all investigations. It became apparent everyone was ready to move on with their lives, their lives without me.

Broken and Harry was the one to fix me. He read to me when my eyes were so blurred with tears that I couldn't see my own fingers. He was the only constant, the only stable thing I had in my life at the moment. . .Yes, as crazy as that sounds. After the amount of time I spent with him, he lost his most of his terrifying mentality. I no longer viewed him as my captor, really I didn't.

I suppose, I'm not really sure about anything anymore. I feel... Lonely.

Harry, he had become this divine being in my life. It was inevitable from the beginning. With all the amount of time I spent with him, I was doomed from the start. He was my escape from solitude, and over time...I found myself looking forward to his visits, missing him when he left. Daydreaming about him. It was very rare when he ever touched me, he was afraid I would push away.

Which I used to, but it's different now. Everything's different now, he isn't the same person I met, he's better, sweeter now. I've gotten to know him, he's not so bad he's actually quite caring. We have these endless conversations about life and death, good vs. bad. .. The evils of the world.

He has such a spark twisted mind, sometimes I get scared but I know he cares about me, I've caught him looking at me numerous times. Not that this in itself was alarming but it was how he looked.

How he looked at me. Like I'm everything he's ever needed, like I'm his entire existence. I can't believe I couldn't see that until now. I can't push someone like that out of my life. For a few seconds I think what I'm doing, what I'm thinking is wrong.

I'm not supposed to care for him the way I do...but I do. I've tried being angry but it didn't work. I'm not trying to justify his acts but he hasn't hurt me.

"What are you thinking about angel?" He asked playing with my hair.

I froze at the mention of the never ending pet name I had been given. I still wasn't quite used to it I suppose.

"You." I answered truthfully.

"Oh...what about me." He hummed.

I stirred in his arms before settling again in his lap. I tilted my head to the side on his chest.

"Just how much of an impact you've had in my life. I'm sorry, it's been a rough few months for me surely you know. I understand now you never meant me any harm,  I know you care about me" I said.

It was silent.

"You mean it?" He asked surprised.

I turned to face him, a small blush crept on my cheeks. I gave him a hug "I do."

But when I said the words I wasn't so sure, maybe it thought I was when I wasn't. I was so confused. Maybe if he thought I was I had a better chance of escaping him.

"Were leaving this place I'm tired of it. It's cold, and dark and damp and you don't belong here angel. I want to show you the world but I need to know that you won't leave me." He stated.

I was surprised, and began nodding my head quickly. I wanted to get out of this prison, I wanted to see the outside world. It had been a total of three and a half months cruel in this dingy dark building.

The idea of leaving Harry made me a little nauseous I'll be honest. He had been the only person I had seen in these last three and half months... I didn't know if I could go away without him. But I would find out, this was it, a chance for me. I just needed to prove that I was loyal.

Then maybe just maybe I could see my family again, "I wont Harry." I whispered

I had a small case of Stockholm syndrome, and there was nothing I could do...to change the way I felt.

He picked me up in his arms, I looked around the room it was empty, except for the lone mattress on the floor. Harry had gathered the few books I had, placing them in his bag. He carried me in silence. I buried my head into his neck. Steps. Turns. More steps. A few more turns. Then a large door.

I heard a screech and then I was blinded by the immense light. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the lighting. He set me on the ground, and the grass felt foreign on my bare feet. I dragged my finger tips across it, it was a dark green, healthy. I closed my eyes breathing in the air.

It was so fresh, I sighed. I was in blissful peace, I stood back to my feet and bunched Harry's shirt looking in his eyes. I wanted to be back in his arms, and he swooped me back up.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

I nodded, and I felt his lips touch my forehead. He squeezed me to his chest. I saw a car parked a few feet away. I was placed in the passenger seat and buckled up like a child. I watched my surroundings as best as I could, but the quiet hum of the engine was lulling me to sleep. I felt a gentle squeeze of my hand before I dozed off into darkness.

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