My name shall remain a secret until I have done what I need to do. Only then will I tell you, and by then you'll realise you know me too well.
You all know who I am, but not as the man who kidnapped his sister, not as the man who tortured her. Or st...
~You have a way of making me want you more than I already intended, and I wanted you more than anything to start off with~
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This is an insight to, I suppose the point where the girl was abducted and held hostage in said family home. It wasn't hers, but that's what the boy and his father said. Now in this particular part of the whole event, I want you to try notice something. If you can't now, you will in the months to come when I publish it as a chapter in time I can't measure accurately. For now you will read it as it is, and know that minor aspects may in fact change if certain events appear that I have to work around. Said aspects will not be a huge difference, the meaning behind it shall remain the same. I hope you understand the content before reading, also that you like what I have written.
The mind is, as we all know, a powerful thing. A power that can't be matched, or imitated. Let alone beaten. It does so much at once even when we don't use it, it's confusing as well as amazing and no one can deny.
The mind likes to play tricks on you, make you believe in something others would think you're crazy for believing. You will forget the most beautiful or disturbing dream you've ever had in only seconds, when there was so much to remember.
It will keep past events, ones you keep close to your heart and want to hold onto until it's time to go and it will, unfortunately...keep the dark times you once had. Ones you want nothing more than to throw away, and burn them.
But your mind won't let you, and that power is frustrating.
One thing i never once had the chance to sit down and think about was that, something the mind can also do, quite easily, they can turn someone you despised into someone you love more than anyone, going as far as putting them before yourself.
The boy I call my brother who forced me under house arrest, I couldn't have hated him more way back when. In June I was gone, taken by this man and made to stay in this house all new to me at the time, all i remember thinking about, was wanting to sell my soul just to watch him burn and let lions take what was left of him.
I feel ashamed to have smiled at the image.
But now, as I lay half a foot away from him, I know I'd do anything for him. I couldn't bring myself to hurt a hair on his head. I can't decipher what made me switch, but I've listed it to three options.
One, I had no choice but to cave in and get love where I could find it.
Two, I hated him so much, it hurt...so I turned it into love myself without knowing. Sounds ridiculous but I feel like that would be possible.
And/or three... the one that makes the most sense and that is, I decided to stop hating him for what he did, and just love him for who he is.
But here is what baffles me. What you do defines who you are. So how can I hate what he did but love who he is? Well that's because I know why he did what he did, he wanted me as his sister.
