Jace woke up earlier than me today. He had left for work before I woke up. I sit on his bed, the bed that held up all his pains, his emotions, his fears. For the first time though, I get a proper tour of his room. This room of his, it's so empty, it almost kills my already dead spirit. The humidity burns right through me, the sweat on my neck still trickling down my hot back. His room a dark shade of grey. A bed in the middle, a wardrobe in the left back corner, an unused desk opposite of the gloomy wardrobe. I think about the Yesterday-Jace Norman. The one who was ill both mentally and physically. I often ask myself why, but I wouldn't force it out of him. I take a shower.
I eat a hot pancake with syrup and a few almost-black blueberries. The flavors swirling colorfully in my mouth. Food is panacea to all my issues. I spend my day watching "Big Mouth" on Jace' 7000-inch TV. The screen makes me look short, or am I really this short? I keep asking myself silly questions, distracting myself from what happened that night. Actually, my attempts to distract myself amount to something close to zero. Jace this. Jace that. Jace...Jace. Everything in my head turns into Jace. I am feeling some kind of empathy for him even though he is my kidnapper. I have already established that I have mentally been affected by everything around me. I still feel the pain in his eyes yesterday. I can feel his 40 degrees body against mine. I could feel his cold hands (contrasting to the rest of his hot body) around my neck. I feel his vibrations, I hear his cry for help, his silent cries. Poor Jace.
The man comes home late. Late being around 10 pm. I had taken a shower, and I am in bed now. I can hear his heave footsteps in the doorway. I have my back turned to my room's door. As soon as I hear him open my room's door, I shut my eyes, pretending to sleep. I can feel him coming closer, the coolness around him makes me shiver. He squats at the side of my bed, breathing down my neck. He notices my shivering and makes a snickering noise, before pulling up the covers on my body. "Riele...I am so happy to see you again". I almost respond. I almost ask him where he knows me from. I don't understand. Where do you know me, Jace?
Jace stays for a while. He just squats there, looking right through my back, while I try hard not to blow my cover. He gets up and leaves. The room is empty now. The room is just warm. The room is missing Jace.
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To Lose Your Sanity
Roman d'amourI look up at his psychopathically almost perfect appearance and finally I feel the heat of my tears on my cheeks slowly crawling down toward the ground. "W-Why? Why do you hate me so much?" The last thing i see before i pass out is his overwhelmingl...
