L'Amour Fou (bxb)

Chapter 5

I have to escape. To survive. And I will try to get away from here, no matter how difficult it might be.

I tried to open the front door, but it was locked. He must've locked it from the outside. I looked around the house to see whether he had a back door. I managed to find it, but unfortunately, was also locked as well. I glared at the woods carefully, and realized that I had no idea where I would go if I escaped. He carefully chose this location knowing that it was deserted from any human settlement. Never mind. I could still try.

Glancing over at the clock in the lounge, I realized it was already 9:40. It's been 20 minutes, I needed to act quickly. I tried to see whether any of the windows would open and none of them did. I looked in the kitchen to find any weapons I could smash the glass window with. There was nothing. He hid them. Possibly in case I would try to kill him, or he might've kept it for himself for a surprise attack.

A vase? No. A chair? No. A lamp? No. There was nothing I could smash the window with. I ran upstairs to find anything there was. Part of me thought he purposefully didn't have any strong items so I couldn't abuse him with that or escape. But when I entered the bathroom, an idea popped up in my head.

Quickly, I unscrewed the shower head from the shower hose. At the beginning, it was difficult, but fortunately, I could then feel the shower head beginning to loosen. It was a heavy item and made of metal. I was certain it had the potential to cause significant damage to a window.

I ran downstairs and glimpsed at the clock. 10:00 exactly. Fuck. I didn't know I was wasting this much time. He was going to arrive in around 20 minutes, I couldn't miss this perfect opportunity. Quickly, I clenched the shower head with both of my hands. I inhaled deeply. It's now or nothing. I smashed it against the glass of the back door, noticing a crack being to form. It was miniscule, but still some progress. I continued smashing the glass, progressively getting stronger each hit I did. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I took a deep breath, putting the shower head on the table nearby and shaking my hands from the hand cramps it caused.

Grabbing the weapon again, I inspected how much damage I've caused to the glass. The glass seemed as if it were to collapse at any second. Large cracks appeared all around the door, resembling a spider web. Destruction looked beautiful – such a simple item felt so complex and precious. Through the broken glass, I saw my own reflection. I smiled at myself. Was this it? Would I finally be able to be free, to be away from this bird cage?

Finally, I continued my counting. Six. The whole glass shattered, creating a puddle of shards beneath the frame. A rush of freezing, biting air surrounded me. This was the only time that I was relieved from feeling a gush of wintry breeze.

I put my necessities from my suitcase into a backpack which was in my suitcase pocket. Did I forget anything? Water. Yes. Snacks. Yes. A map. Yes. Compass. Yes. Clothes. Yes. A pocket knife. Yes. Watch. Yes. The only thing that was evidently absent was my phone, which I needed the most if I was lost or needed to dial 911. I grabbed my backpack, my hat, my coat, some gloves and a pair of sneakers. The watch on my wrist signalled 10:14. He might reach here any moment now. I had to run.

Carefully leaping over the shards on the floor, when I reached soft ground, I began to run. Reaching for my pocket, I felt the compass. I was heading north. Maybe if I kept running towards the north, I'd end up somewhere. The forest was dense, so it was difficult to run fast without tripping over a branch on the ground or bumping into an undiscovered tree ahead.

When I turned around, I remarked that the house was still near. But then, a miniscule figure emerged from the house. Shit. Could it be? Did he notice me? Well of course he did considering the glass cracks on the floor and my loud running. A silhouette began to dart towards my direction. Immediately, I turned around and began to sprint away from danger. From being captured. Tears trickled down my cheeks as this gave me déjà vu from when I was running away from him the day I was kidnapped. I was unsuccessful that time, and I was dreading it would be true for this time as well. I made a swift glance behind me, to only see that he was only a couple of paces away from me. It felt as if he did this effortlessly, or had practice with running in the woods. I undoubtedly knew that he was faster than me. But somehow there was still hope. Hope that maybe I will make it out. Hope that I will not die. Hope that I will finally be free. It was pointless, but for survival, hope was vital. Sensing a soft touch on my back, I chose to change my direction to the right quickly. But it felt as if he was aware that I was going to turn around. I felt a warm breath on my bare neck, which became stronger and stronger the more I ran. An arm encircled my body, as it came to my realization that I was caught. After catching our breaths, he finally uttered words which broke the devastating silence.

"Now where did you think you were going huh?" His tone was displeased, with a hint of agitation and frustration.
"My first rule was to NOT leave the house."
I gulped nervously.
"I only had four conditions you had to follow. And you already broke one." He leant in closer. I saw the glare visible on his face, his eyes were filled with resentment by my actions.
"Now there's going be consequences, some punishments installed from your behavior."
Exhaustedly, I nodded to him. My plan failed, and I doubt I would ever be free. His left hand was behind his back, and he observed that I was staring at that. He then presented a needle. My eyes widened. Which drug was this? I thought chloroform was effective enough. But before I could think, he violently stabbed my neck, inserting the liquid into my body. The whole world began to fade. My eyes gently closed and my body felt light and collapsed onto his shoulder. He mumbled something incoherently which I couldn't make out, before falling into a deep slumber. A dangerous slumber.