Sad Girl

If Hell Were On Earth

I feel the cold concrete floor beneath me.

A small dark gray fuzzy blanket over just half of my body, 

My head is rested against a wooden wall.

I lye there, my eyes barely able to open,

but I somehow manage.

Where.. am I?

"You should go check on the girl." I faintly hear from above me.

I jolt to my knees, the basement is empty, only a refrigerator. 

And me.

I suddenly hear the door swing open at the top of the wooden stairs in which I was laying against.

The pit of my stomach goes from sinking to sunken.

Fuck, where am I?

The footsteps, once again, getting closer, 

and closer.

But this time, I am completely out of control.

Although before it all remained the same.

I am a failure.

"Ah, glad to see you're awake." The same voice the took me from my only safe place.

I'm afraid to look up at the body of the man who has this voice.

Because fuck this voice sounds so familiar 

A voice that once comforted me 

In the same room it stole me.

I'm trying, trying so hard to just look-

I can't, I can't

"Why so down, buttercup? You know who I am- there's no reason to be afraid."

Oh, god

He grabs my face by the chin,

forcing me to look at him

forcing me to take it all in

No, no

How could I be so stupid?

How could I let him do this to me?

God damn it, Keith 

I want to scream

"Darling, you're safe." His voice so low,

So soothing.

I can't speak.

"Look at me, Erin."

I can't move.

"Look at me!"

His grip growing tighter and tighter

His voice growing angry...

So angry

He might hurt me

And he can... because I am his prisoner of some sort

He has brought me here for something I would not agree with...

How smart of him?

Keith- always such a good planner!

Such a worthy man everyone should admire!

..

I hate him.

"Alright... fine. Have it your way." He begins to walk away.

No, I can't let him.

If I don't ask questions now, I may never have the chance.

Shit, he might just leave me down here to rot.

"Keith-" The words finally escape my lips.

He stops moving, completely.

As still as a owl.

I'm not even sure he's breathing.

"Keith- please." I beg,

Although entirely I'm sure what I'm begging for.

He turns around, fast, so fast

As if he were lightening sprinting down to the sky and back.

"You want to know why you're here?"

He asks me, but I knew this wasn't a question.

He was going to tell me.

I just look at him, look into his eyes

Eyes of someone I once loved

Someone I had seen my eternity spent with.

Once my soulmate,

Now my kidnapper.

"Well... You know, I do love you, Erin."

My heart sinks a billion miles down through my stomach, out my feet and through the earth into fucking outer space.

God I hate that saying.

I just stare at him more.

"But..." I can see the demeanor in his eyes change. "Sometimes, for love, we have to do things that are the opposite of love. Maybe even- hateful."

He begins walking in circles, waving his hands around as he speaks to me.

"H-Hateful?" I quiver.

"Yes! Hateful. In fact, I actually feel quite bad for what I'm about to do with you... But I knew you'd be so perfect for it."

"Perfect? For what? Keith- please!"

He smirks at me, so devilish, so evil-

"We're leaving tonight. There's some water in the fridge over there, be ready."

He hurries out before I can say anything.

Fuck.