I've been taken

Punishment...?

He throws me down on my dirty bed and he sits down on the edge, his back facing me. I scoot up against the bed post and lift my knees to my chest, hugging them. Ever since He Found Me-or more like I ran into him I've been frightened of this moment and now it's here. I shiver thinking of the dirty ideas that are going through his psychopathic mind. I swallow, trying to somehow moisten up my dry throat.

But It doesn't happen.

He doesn't grab me and force me to lie down. He doesn't hit me..He just sits there with his back facing me.

That's when the bed squeaks and the weight on it is gone. I lift my head up to see him standing, He turns around and his face holds a blank expression. I flinch when he lifts his hand but all he does is run his hand through his tousled hair. His eyes look over my face and I Manage to nudge myself into a little ball, making sure I'm all tucked in against the bed post.

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out and then He glances over to the wall and back at me. He shakes his head and then Seems to argue with himself in his head as His eyes turn from dark to shimmery.

I swallow, Feeling fear spilling out of me like a waterfall. What is he going to do. I duck my head down staring at the white sheets, avoiding his piercing gaze. He's so intimidating..

I Start biting my lip as I get more and more uneasy. My heart Pounds against my ribcage harder then it ever has and I feel like my lungs can't take in enough air because I can't breathe. My fingers tremble and I tuck them under the covers in attempt to hide them from his view. If he knows how afraid of him I am, that'll only make him feel like he has more power over me then he already thinks he does.

Curious, I peek up at him,

Except, What I find myself staring at is a empty space. A gap in the air, Blankness.

He left.

I don't know why But I feel myself frown.

No..Smile.

I try and smile but it doesn't feel right. This environment Makes everything Dreary.

The walls look like there bleeding into a dark greyness, Like Some Gloomy Death has gotten ahold of it and strangled it by it's neck until The light was sucked out of it. Something warm and wet drips into my hand and I Peek down at my palm to see a single drop of clear, Bleak water. My fingers twitch and More of the wetness slips down my cheeks, slipping off of my chin until it falls into the little puddle of water in my palm. I stare at the wall and Soon feel myself getting angry.

This isn't right, I don't deserve this, No one does. And I'm only now realizing this Because...?

Because I'm Finally seeing who the real Leon is.

Not Like I couldn't figure it out before.

He's sick, yes, but He's dealing with something in his head that I don't know about yet..But I'm going to figure it out. Because I never let anything slip, Especially if it helps me in a situation like this. A Screwed up situation.

I turn my palm over so the puddle of wasted tears falls on the white sheets. I wipe my palms together and Then Sit up, getting out of my tucked in spot. I huff, making my bangs whoosh up and then flap back onto my forehead. I rub my eyes and stretch my body out before standing up.

I take hesitant steps to the door But looks like someone Had gotten to the other side of the door first Because it opens and Leon stands there.

I stand frozen-like in the middle of the room.

"Well Someone's finally getting up, huh?" He says.

I feel courage rage up in me and I spit it out.