Nameless And Restrained

Everyday Life

I had made up another identity. The cellar was so lonely. I knew I was going insane. I had started becoming friends with my anxiety. I would talk to myself. The nameless man would come downstairs every day, but we never talked. I cleaned and did laundry, while he was at work, the I shower, and then he brought food.
One year, nine months, and fourteen days, I was in here. Everything was slow. Time moved too slow. I wanted to end it all. Nobody would care. Nobody has even found me, in almost two years. Nobody was probably even looking for me. I went from being the popular cheerleader in school, to a broke college drop-out, to a kidnapped, forgotten girl. I just want everything to be over. This would be my life, and that terrified me.
"I want to be gone. Not out of here, just gone." I said, talking to myself. I was once again, crying. If I ever got out of here, i couldn't get a job. I couldn't do anything. I should be gone.
A loud noise from upstairs interrupts my thoughts. It was the door. The nameless man walked down to me. He walked right past me, and put a plate on the counter, then walked back up the stairs. He brought me breakfast. We had not talked in almost a week. I made him angry. I yelled at him, about going home. He pushed me into the counter. My wrist was almost broken.
The door didn't click. I never heard the door shut. This was finally my chance to leave. Maybe I should just stay here. I'm worthless. No. I need to leave. Finally seeing the sun, trees, other people, grass, fresh air, everything people don't notice about their day, exited me to see.
I ran upstairs, leaving everything behind. The upstairs smelled like lemon. Candles were lit everywhere. There were more windows than walls. The house was beautiful. The floors were a gray wood. This was the house I had always dreamed of. I found a heavy book, and threw it at the window, then knocked over a candle to set the house on fire. The lemon scented candle fell onto a hand-sanitizer bottle, roaring the fire into flames.
I jumped out the window, onto a pillow of snow. The nameless man, jumped out of the window after me. He grabbed onto my feet, and started dragging me into his car. He picked me up, and I was in the trunk. The nameless man was strong. He could lift me without a problem. I could hear the crackling of the house burning, and falling. He was on the phone.
"The house is burning. A candle dropped, and you need to be here soon." He said angrily, then got into the car.