Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

I Am Stupid

POSSIBLE TRIGGERS- WARNING!!!!!!!!!!

                                                                             Cynthia

Almost as soon as he disappeared, I jumped up and looked for anything that could help me knock him out. I didn't want to injure him too badly, but I wasn't fooled by his loving act. Something was going on and if he wasn't going to tell me of his own free will, I would have to persuade him.

I heard a couple voices in the other room and froze. He couldn't know what I was up to. But, the voices continued to speak without delays and I slowly relaxed. I found an iron poker near the small fireplace, but hesitated. Could I really hurt someone like this?

In my musings, I had failed to hear the footsteps coming closer. So, when they tapped me on the shoulder, I panicked. Swinging wildly, I managed to catch their head with the side of the poker. They dropped like a stone. I stared in shock. It didn't look like Dom.

I dropped the poker with a clang and began to back away slowly, hands over my mouth. Had I just killed someone? But, before the thought of CPR even entered my mind, I was in trouble. Hands wrapped themselves around my waist, and I screamed. Kicking and punching, whoever it was absorbed my blows and walked out of the room toward a dark hallway. I had been so focused on getting out, I didn't realize he had set me down until my hands were bound to something and my mouth was taped. I thrashed around, whimpering and screaming at the thought of what could be happening next.

"Shut up for a minute and listen, darling. It might save you some trouble tonight." I almost cried with relief. At least I knew Dom. But any hope I had of explaining what had happened vanished with his next sentence.

"That was a very stupid move you pulled. If my cousin had been hit any harder, I would have had to hurt you just as badly. Try something like that again, and I won't just hurt you. I will hurt any and every one you ever cared about. Understand?" I nodded, tears dripping down my face.

Then, my wrist was pulled in one direction and I had to quickly moved or risk being dragged. I walked in that direction for a few more seconds, and then was roughly shoved into a small closet. I looked around frantically; I was afraid of enclosed spaces.

"Well, I am going to leave you in here for a while. Might help you learn some manners." He said, untying the rope that had bound us together. "Don't try and plead your way out of this. You were debating on whether or not to hit me with that poker so you could escape."

I looked over at him through tear filled eyes. His mouth was in a straight line, his eyes were narrowed and his arms were crossed over his chest. Although I wanted to sink to my knees and beg for forgiveness, my body wouldn't listen and I hunched in a corner, my breaths coming out in shallow pants.

"What, not going to beg? That's a shame. I prefer begging to crying." He was just talking, but I could feel myself feeling worse with every word. I ended up biting my wrist to keep the sobs from coming out. I could tell Dom had seen; he stuttered over his words, but ended up continuing.

"I will come back in a bit. If you do manage to get out, I will make certain you are in here for a week. Got it?" I nodded, crying out as he shut the door and locked it. I tried to stay calm and breath. But it wouldn't work.

One. There was someone else in here.

Two. The walls were closing in on me.

Three. I could hear his voice still, mocking me.

Four.  I tried singing to myself, but ended up whimpering half way through.

I kept my head between my knees for the first few hours, trying to calm myself down. I tried everything; singing, bedtime stories, even closing my eyes and watching a movie inside my head. But nothing worked.