Rapscallion

Doldrums

"I let him carve his name into my heart

His existence now etched into my soul"

The sound of scarlet droplets trickling on the cold floor echoed throughout the silent cellar, his heavy breathing reverberating through her ears. His eyes were swollen from the tears, hair messy, body so fragile one would not dare hurt him. And yet, she did. The ever loathing pain she felt made her body go numb. The fuming aura she emitted was enough to scare his innocence away. But, was he really that innocent? Did he do nothing, nothing at all, to make her go mad like this? Is she just overprotective, or were his actions pushing her buttons to the limit? An eerie chuckle escaped her throat, her eyes were dark but they still held many emotions in them. She was hurt, furious, and... exhausted. Exhausted from feeling left out, from his unreciprocated feelings. He mentally abused her; slowly killed her love and affection for him. All she feels now was putrid wrath towards him, everlasting hostility.

"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul

But all I saw in his eyes

Was hatred towards me"

She cracked her knuckles, her neck, and stretched her limbs. He was tied up, arms, legs, all in chains. He was a caged animal. He let out a small whimper, a painful hum, it was sickening to hear. It made her feel pity for him, sorry even. Nonetheless, she would not dare falter from her insanity. Not one bit. He made her like this, and for that, he'd be the first to have a taste of her lunacy.

"I couldn't let him go

And yet, I wouldn't bring myself to loathe him

I couldn't, even if I tried

Even if all I knew was resentment"

She walked over to him, knelt down to his level, and lifted his chin up so their gazes met. He looked wounded, regretful. He flinched at the sudden contact, he was too aware for his own good. He was now skeptical, watchful. He wasn't too attentive before she had driven him to his restraint, but here, he stays vigilant, observant.

"I would change

For him

But that change

Might end up costing him his life"

Fingernails trace along his bloody cheekbone. He was scrawny, more than before, and she had made him that way. He could feel her warm breath on his cheek, his eyes darting everywhere, never landing on her. All these years, she tried to gain his attention, peek his interests. And the only thing she got in return was neglect.

"Give me the key to your heart, I asked

He refused

Let me find the key to your heart, then

He broke the lock"

The ghost of a blood-curdling smile made its way onto her face. She blinked, then leaned in closer, her lips hovering over his neck. She ran a hand through his hair, damp from the humidity of the basement. She felt him gulp, his breath hitch in his throat, his ever so subtle movements, everything; she felt it. It was as if they were one. Like they could sense each other. Or maybe she was going crazy. He didn't love her, never did. What was she telling herself? Why was she believing lies? The same lies she'd been so gullible to.