{ONGOING}
Is it still the same? I don't know. I've put in a lot of efforts to make sure it isn't, but never succeeded. Hell, even Justin and his songs couldn't work their magic. But...
Why is he here?
Why now?
But...how? Just-how?
You know how when...
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Almost ten minutes later in my pretend-sleep, I hear the door open and close. He'sin.
He comes near me and unlocks the handcuffs. Without further ado, he leaves slowly, careful not to wake me up from my 'sleep' and places a soft kiss. Again. This time, on my cheeks.
What'swiththeoverprotectivedouchebag?
Hey! He's not a douchebag! Sure, he hurt me, without really knowing he was hurting me, and maybe he did kidnap me before locking me up and cuffing me, and ruined my whole stratagem of attaining complete liberty. But he's not a douchebag.
I couldn't sleep and was tossing over and over in the waterbed because whatever drug they injected in me last night, were showing its effects on my stomach and head tonight. So, it's possible that it has affected my thoughts. Eating something from my kidnapper wasn't looking like the best idea.
Butyoushouldtakethepainkillersatleast
Should I?
I look for a clock somewhere and fortunately for me, there is one on the bedside table.
7:00 pm
Oh, well. I guess not eating something is making me hungry. I try to ignore the sound from my stomach and think that maybe the hunger will make me fall asleep faster. So I lay on my stomach and lift my leg up. It usually helps me. Maybe thinking about the long day will make me more sleepy?
After I'm done, about what feels like an hour later, I check the clock again.
