Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 5 Part~2

Part Two: A Memory

I knew that stare he gave me, the way he eyed me, the nature of his final words. Tonight, something bad was going to happen and I might have a vague idea about what it was gonna be. I looked at my surroundings, scanning every nook and cranny to check if he was gone, then removed the bandages that kept me uncomfortable and stood up from the bed.

I had to do something before he got home, something that'd keep him away from me. I knew he cared about me, well, a part of him did, atleast. Then, there was this other completely different side to his, like the difference between a devil and an angel on his two shoulders. I might conclude it as a multiple personality but something kept me from doing so.

He was aware.

He was aware when he hit me, ridiculed me, or abused me. There was no way those two different sides weren't two separate people inside of him. It was just one person struggling to be that loveable person and the son his mother always wanted, at the same time. I was no psychologist, but i found myself wondering what side of his was bigger? And if I could bring out that part of his which I preferred better than the other?

I had time to think about all that but i was distracted. He was planning something for tonight, whether it be something special or horrid. Did I just say special?

I got up and went in the kitchen, scanning all the drawers to look for anything I could eventually cut myself with. However, an hour of search proved worthless and I found myself wandering worthlessly in my room, pushing my brain which couldn't do the thinking in a much dangerous situation. In that case, I was left with one conclusion.

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I cooked steak tonight, just to make it seem I was 'happy' and 'excited' about tonight when it was the complete opposite. I set out the table and double checked the watch to keep note of time, in order to carry out my plan. It was one hour till i was to do what I'd planned. Relaxing abit, I shrugged off the coat i was wearing and starting going through the photos.

I never knew why I'd not noticed what i was supposed to. I was here for a considerably long time. My hand traced the small frame of something I'd forgotten. It was a picture of me, smiling at the camera and I was wearing a floral purple dress which went upto my knees. Where was this? The man beside me was Jason but it somehow seemed odd. Jason seemed out of place as if we weren't supposed to be at the same place. I touched the part where he stood in the picture and my hand sensed that the picture was indeed, out of place. The picture peeled off the wall and went smoothly through the air on the polished floor. I was now looking at someone else. Another guy beside me. I think I remembered him, somehow, but how? His smile seemed familiar. Those eyes. I've looked in those eyes before. They were such a beautiful shade of purple. I traced his picture as if trying to remember something. But what was it? What was nagging me at the back of my mind?

Why couldn't I remember this guy standing with me in the picture with those familiar eyes?

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