Where are you.

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Hello dear,

I've missed you so. I hate our separation.  Mother and father have hired a number of doctors and shrinks in hopes that i stop rambling on about our love. They still think me a loon. I miss our time together. My body often goes numb. I sometimes see a faint blur of you. Do you remember standing over my bed 'till morning? In the corners of the room i can feel your presence. Back home, when the house was well lit, i sometimes caught a glimpse of a shadow, as if it was trying to hide. Was it you? Do you miss me? Every sting from the needle makes me curse my parents. From the bars on the window, I wish upon the brightest star that i get to be reunited with you again. I hear screams from the others. The walls always seem to be closing.  I feel so cold dear. Help me. Why am i here dear? why don't you come and get me? Don't you miss our adventures? I do. I remember the time we visited the waterfall and you jumped from the top and flew along the rushing water. I clearly remember wearing the long train blood red dress you gave me. Remember dancing at the graveyard? That dark foggy night. I still love you. you made me feel safe; 'sane in this insane world. You must be upset. Please dear don't be cross with me. You and I share the same heart. I promise when I leave i'll be the perfect wife and mother. Is it strange that I don't feel bad for upsetting father for canceling several marriage arrangements?  I only ask because in group talks with the shrink, they laugh at me.  They'll make me feel like im actually absolutely mad. Entirely bonkers.  I don't even eat anymore; not because of the medicine they put in our food, but the others knock my supper onto the floor before I reach my seat. At times, I could feel you trying to communicate with me, like when a light flickers or a closed door creeks. When the med in white stand before me, is it you speaking in my mind, telling me to pretend to swallow that awful tasting candy that makes me go numb? I don't know about the others, but for sure i will leave this place. I will await for your rescue from this torture. Like a thief in the night, we'll whisk away  into the dark again. I hear them coming! I have to go, until later tonight my lov-

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