The broken heart

I sprinted down the long dark corridor desperately shouting out for help. I carried the fragments of my pulsing broken red heart in my arms. Cradling it like a baby. Then; time seemed to slowed down, the door opened the light streaming out illuminating the eerie setting. A man stood leaning against its frame. His voice spoke, soft and entrancing "come inside babe, I have just the thing....."

I tenderly set foot inside his apartment, my heart slowing down. Dying. He held out his hands "I'll take care of it.. Promise" he leered at me. Desperate to save it I placed it in his hands. He took it towards the kitchen table and drew out some masking tape from his pocket. He then wrapped it around the broken bits tightly, leaving a bounded heart. It was too tight. A wave of fear and restrictedness washed over me. Was I trapped? I grabbed the heart the blood already seeping through the tape...

He would have known better. He would have used bandages.

"I think you need to pay me back for this." The man said making a lurch towards my chest moving his eyebrows up and down suggestively. "NO!" a scream erupting from my lungs. My body went into full defense mode. Protect my heart. I kicked him down under leaving him rolling around the floor in pure agony and rushed out of the door swinging it shut behind me.

Sliding down against the wall I looked back at my heart. The masking tape was peeling of with all the blood, I had been betrayed again. Now what? The lights got dimmer. A slow tear trickled down my cheek; when it landed, it spread across the floor seeping up the walls and into every corner. Rising up like a lake, overwhelming me. Soon I was going to drownin my own single tear. Kicking my legs downwards, fighting to keep the little air I had left and my heart dry I heard a creaking. Then the floor gave way and I found my self falling. Falling.......