Satan reincarnate: You're my Poetry

Hide and Seek

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"Get me out of here", my mind begged. However I knew I've went over this countless times, but my heart still longed to stay. I couldn't leave him, though my mind was slowly losing itself.

The terror they had put countless people through, including me, was unlike anything else. But, he never answered my question, why was I here? His demeanor always changed so quickly. Twenty four hours ago I was in his arms, and he told me how head rather tear his heart out than lose me again. Now I'm alone, strapped to a chair in a suffocating basement- clueless as to where I was. I'd never asked him, and he's not the type to risk going to a doctor, knowing he'd be restrained and sent away. There are probably no files about him anywhere, except back wherever the fuck in Germany he's from. There's definitely wrong with something in the head, but I'd never know. 

I was lonely. I wanted to talk to someone, but not Tom, and definitely not Bill. If anything it'd just lead to me being yelled at, burned, or hit. It's inevitable. How long were they planning on keeping me down here? I fucking hate to admit it, but Tom was probably right. He wanted me gone, because he missed his brother. At first, I wasn't going to leave. I was going to pretend. But now.. after hours of thinking about it, thinking about the future, and thinking about how Bill will never change- Tom was probably right. If he wanted me gone, he'd help me away. It was risky, maybe he'd just kill me. Or, maybe I could get away and he'd see it as an opportunity to keep me hidden. Thinking about it hurt, because I was connected to Bill on a spiritual level. It was horrible. I felt sick, sad and slow when he wasn't around, but I felt tired, angry and depressed when he was around. It's almost like I go through.. withdrawal. But, those feelings filled the void in my heart that he left in the first place. So whether I like it or not, I'd always feel something negative. But maybe feeling void was better than being tortured for the rest of my life. I was willing to endure the torture, because I loved him. But I knew I couldn't, because I feared the longer I'd stay, the more similar I'd become to Bill.

I needed out of these ropes, I hated being confined. I had no issue being alone, even if I was lonely. But being alone in a big, dark room.. unable to move, that scared me. I wasn't afraid of being alone, I was afraid of not being alone when I thought I was. I knew I wasn't alone, I was being watched. By cameras, I mean. The little red flashing light in each corner of the room gave it away.

I looked around, squinting for anything that could help me, help me get these ropes off I mean. This pissed me off. I always ended up bound to Bill, whether it was physical or mental. I wasn't my own perosn anymore, his influence was too strong. I didn't want to end up crazed, or insane like him. But I didn't want to leave either. I peaked to the side of me, looking at the old, rusty table. The edges of it were sharp and decayed, that would be good enough to get through these damned ropes. I used all the muscle in my core, and strained my legs trying to jump the chair over to the corner. It was fucking hard trying to go up and down with no control of my limbs. Miraculously, I did it.

"Fuck yeah." I murmured, feeling the table press against the back of the chair. I slammed it against the corner with my back, and began to tilt to the side. One shot at this. If it didn't work, I'd just look fucking stupid. "Heavenly Father, please help this work." I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut.

I rammed the chair to the side, grunting as the side of my face scraped the very bottom of the table, the rust digging through my cheek. My arm slammed against the ground, the weight of my upper body and the chair landing on it. I groaned, I'd be lucky if something wasn't broken. It didn't hurt too bad, but maybe adrenaline was masking the pain of the slice in my cheek and the swelling of my arm.

"Nasty." I mumbled, moving my right arm. I was gentle, my skin still throbbed from the ropes digging me raw. However, my arm lifted from the side of the chair. I smiled, squeezing my eyes shut as I quietly celebrated. "Hell yeah." I groaned, my cheek stinging. It wasn't too deep, but it was full of rust. Hopefully I don't get tetanus.