A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 7

You stayed in bed waiting for your body to decay because you thought anything would be better than staying in paradise with me. Or at least that's what it looked like you were doing last time I visited your room. It's probably about time to change the bandages on your legs. I decided to change them because it meant I got to see your pretty face again.

I came into your room with fresh linens in case you wanted me to change the sheets as well and a warm smile to let you know that I'm one of the good guys. Hell, I'm superman, and you're my Lois Lane.

As I changed the bandages, I thought of conversation topics. You may not have noticed, but I'm not much of a conversationalist. You make me want to be, though, so that I can hear your lovely voice.

I left fairly quickly after changing the gauze and decided to bring you water and nuts to have yet another excuse to be near you without it looking too creepy. I knew it was best to take it slow with you, but sooner or later, I knew you'd come around. You had to. You just had to.

I came back in with water, nuts, and seeds and set them on the nightstand within your reach. When you thought I took my eyes off of you, you took a sip of the water and munched on a couple of the seeds. But I was watching out of the corner of my eye. It made me glad that you weren't starving yourself completely.

When I was standing in the room, all awkward like I decided it was time for those topics of conversation I came up with.

"Do you want to wash?" That's topic one, and your response was: "No."

"Food?" Topic two and your response was: "No."

"Water? You should drink water." Topic three and again your response was: "No."

Crap, I'm all out of conversation topics. On the bright side, me and you have in common that we're not good conversationalists.

Come on, think, Ty. There has to be something that will pique your interest. Then, at last, the idea came to me like a beacon in the night. "Do you want to go outside?" "Only if you'll take me to a town." You replied. It's more than one word, and that to me is progress. But still, the words hurt because she wanted me to take her to a town so she could find help and turn me over to the authorities for no reason. Did I really do something that wrong? I did save you at the beginning and the end. "There are no towns." I finally said.

You still refused to go outside with me after my final response, and I beat myself up about it all day as I painted the day away. And the pain.

The conversations didn't change up for the next few days. This time after we were done talking, I let out a breath and walked over to the window to look out at the land to keep an eye on both of my paradises at the same time: you and the land.

I looked at you to see if you were looking at me. You were. You hastily looked away, knowing that I caught you. I opened the curtains so that you could see all that you were missing on the outside. The inside is nothing compared to the great outback.

"Let's go out," I said, hoping that you'll oblige and go on a walk outside with me. This place could use your beauty, and so could I. "We can look at the land," I begged. Please give in; you have to give in. I wanted to say but the choice was ultimately up to you. You turned away from me, and my heart ached from that small gesture. "It's different out the back to out front," I said. "Well, go there." You looked more up for conversation as you started speaking. "Will you let me go, outback?" I knew what you were hinting at, and I was not too fond of it. I hated it so much, Gem. I shook my head swiftly. "There's nothing to escape to. I've told you. It's a wilderness." You shook your head and looked like an argument was about to come on.