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I stand here, astounded by the sight. There is in front of me a wall full of pictures of me in every situations and in every places I used to go when I was free. At the park, on my way to school or to my clarinet class, at home, in my room, in the shower, and even late at night when I'm asleep. There are also maps and drawings and there's even a strand of brown hair that looks like mine pinned up on the wall. Clearly everything on this wall is about me.

"How long have you been stalking me for?" I ask in a sharp tone. Even though he doesn't say a word, I know he is right there behind me.

"Grace, I-" he starts but I cut him off.

"How long?" I shout.

"Eight months." he admits.

His words hurt like daggers in my chest. He has been planning all of this for eight months now, he knows me by heart, he literally knows every single detail of my life, yet I don't even know his name. Eight fucking months he has decided to turn my life into hell.

"I-I've never seen anyone like you." he starts and I know he is going to explain me his reasons. "There was so much life inside you and it attracted me somehow, but at the same time, I felt there was something sad and nostalgic about you, and this attracted me even more. I knew from the very first day I would be the one to make you feel better. I wanted you to love me as much as I loved you, but I also knew the only way to have you for me and only for me would be to take you here."

I've listened to him all along, feeling tears filling up my eyes and the lump in my throat growing bigger each second. I maybe could have understood him if he wasn't talking about me. But it's so sick and cruel, I can't realise I'm actually the one he chose to be played by his dark twisted game. There is no way I'm ever going to get out of here.

"Stop. Please, stop." I beg, wiping tears from my eyes. I don't want to hear his filthy mouth talking about me any longer. That disgusts me. "I don't even know your name." I whisper in a sob.

"Harry. It's Harry." he replies and I wasn't expecting him to tell me actually. I stand there, still completely shocked, looking at every single picture on the wall. I take a step forward to examine them closer but remain silent.

"Come on, don't stay here. Let's have you clean." he says calmly. I gulp and my eyes are still full of tears. I don't have the strength to fight any longer with him so I just give up, nod and turn over to get out of the room. I hear him locking the door behind me as I wait for him in the dark corridor. We then walk to the bathroom and he opens the door for me.

"Can I take a shower?" I ask in a whisper. I have never taken a shower since I am here, though he has one in the bathroom. Surely because he would rather take care of my wash himself and do it with just a washcloth, soap and water. Yet, I don't expect him to let me do it by myself.

"Alright." he says and I'm surprised he is okay with that. I feel grateful but he enters the bathroom with me and I frown. He then turns the water on in the shower and let it flows for a little while.

"I-I meant alone." I say hesitantly. He turns around to face me when he understands. I don't want him to give me a shower. I just want him to give me some privacy. He narrows his eyes at me then pinch his lips together and I can read mistrust on his face. He looks like he is trying to read inside me and see if I am trustworthy.

"I'll wait outside." he half-whispers with a husky voice. I feel grateful he is comprehensive with me now. He does as he said and gets out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I wait a few moments to be sure he won't change his mind and then start undressing.

It's easier for me to get rid of that bloody white dress since I have now free hands. My skin is so pale I look like a ghost in the dirty and broken mirror of the bathroom. My legs are like two sticks and the sight of my bust saddens me; it bears the mark of the lack of food and my ribs and my hip bones are now visible. I have hollow cheeks and the blue of my eyes is dull. I used to be pretty, and because of him, I am not anymore.

I get in the shower, under the hot water that instantly warms my frail body up. I stand under water for a long time, trying not to overthink about everything and letting the heat comforting me. I don't cry but I feel drained emotionally.

At some point, my eyes fix upon something that catches my attention. It looks like a small razor blade on the floor in a corner of the shower. It must belong to that crazy Harry man. I kneel down to take it between my fingers and admire the small object as if it was the solution of all my problems.

I take a deep breath before putting the sharp blade on my wrist. I slightly put pressure on it and it's enough; blood starts flowing down my arm, down my hand and my fingers. It hurts but the pain isn't as tough as the one I feel since I am locked in this prison. I start again on the same arm and dark blood mixes with hot water. I watch the red mix running down my skin, all over my body, and I can almost feel freedom coming to me.

In a few minutes, Grace, you will be free. Free from everything.

My head starts spinning around and that unpleasant and nauseous feeling overwhelms my whole body. I feel myself getting weaker and weaker each second and, at some point, I feel myself collapsing on the floor, but it doesn't hurt. That's when I close my eyes.

I then hear a familiar hoarse voice calling my name in the distance. It screams my name desperately to join it on the other side. I try to reach for it and that's when darkness surrounds me, once again, and this time for the eternity.

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