Broken Beyond Repair

Chapter VI: Two Souls Torn

"Sophia?" Damien called out.

A feeling of dread yet reassurance overcame me. He was ok but. . . I hadn't left. My feet were stuck to the ground, torn between which path to take.

Damien- Sophia?

I opened my mouth to say something, but I stopped. He was awake. It's too late. I had to face the problem at hand.

I turned around to face Damien, who was still in bed. He looked exhausted, and his eyes were heavy.

"Sophia," he desperately said. Damien attempted to get up from the bed. I screamed at myself for not helping him, but I couldn't. I still had a chance.

As he tried to stand up, he collapsed under himself. I-I had to help. Getting him back onto the bed was no easy task, but I did it. At least he was ok.

I changed some of the bandages on his head, and got him some water. Neither of us said a word.

It was later in the evening, and Damien had been awake for a few hours. He had eaten some food and changed clothes. I thought it best just to throw in the towel for today.

I switched the lights off and sat myself at the end of the bed. Damien was probably tired from the day. Because he wasn't talking or moving too much, I assumed he fell asleep immediatley. The thought of being alone in this strange house killed me. I should leave, but I can't leave Damien in this state.

But then something inside me just broke. A heavy amount of empty, coldness overwhelmed me. "How had I gotten here?" I thought to myself. A few tears fell down my cheeks, but I tried to keep quiet. My chest felt heavy and my whole body felt torn apart. All of this crap had taken a toll on me, and I let out a quiet sob.

I tried to stay quiet so I wouldn't wake Damien up, but that was useless. I was sick of everything. "W-Why me," I asked through sobs.

I curled up my knees to rest my head, then I felt a warm embrace. Damien had wrapped his arms around me, and resting his head on my shoulder in an effort to comfort me. At least I was guessing.

Surprisingly it worked. I thought any kind of affection would feel good in this situation, or maybe he wasn't all that bad, minus the stealing part.

We sat there in silence for a while then we shifted positions. We both got under the covers, and I fell asleep in his arms.

~Present Day~

Sophia- Finding comfort in the arms of the person who kidnapped me was the last thing I would expect.

Chrys wrote something down on her notepad. I hated when she did this. She could think I am crazy! And I wouldn't know!

Chrys- Well then I think that is all for today.

Sophia- Wait what? The session was already over? I thought I had at least an hour left.

Chrys- Time sure flies you know. Before you know it one thing has passed to make way for something new. In your case probably some more sleep. You seem very tired.

Sophia- Well then. . .I guess I'll get going and see you in a few days.

We said goodbye to each other, and I exited the room. I suppose I should get some rest.

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I found myself in the same situation as the night I got here, except I wasn't handcuffed. Damien wasn't in the room.

I stumbled out of bed in the clothes I had planned to leave in. Where is Damien?

I left the room and searched for him. I noticed this house was very small. I guess a man living alone wouldn't need a lot of extra space though.

I looked in the kitchen, the living room, and dining room, but he wasn't in the house. Maybe he left to go to the store.

So I still have a chance to leave. I just have to be far away from this place by the time he gets back. I eagerly ran to the kitchen door. I blew my chance last night, but now I can make up for it.

The door was my sight, and my hand was on the handle. But. Something caught my eye, the shine of light reflecting on an object. It was Damien's phone. Either he left it or he was home.

The only place I hadn't checked was the bathroom, although I didn't hear him in there. My damn curiosity led me to the bathroom door. I gently pressed my ear to the door. Nothing. I still had to check.

~Damien's Perspective~

I had passed out from my injuries, and the last thing I saw was Sophia. With me unconscious, no doubt she'd be gone by morning.

But I woke up. She was there. She was still there.

Most of the day was a blur. Soph made me a sandwich, gave me clothes to change into, and bandaged my head.

I took this girl for company, to rid myself of loneliness. Maybe even fix me. Soph could almost turn me into a new man. One that did not have all this baggage and unstable emotions.

But you can't change what is set in stone that easily. She triggers my mood swings. I-I lose control.

Last night. When she started crying, I wanted to comfort her, but how would she react? Would it drive her away? Make her stay? I didn't know.

Sophia's crying did something to me. I guess it made me realize i was hurting her, but I can't let her go. So I did the best I could to console her.

I figured she'd feel better in my arms and after she got some rest. Although I didn't sleep a wink.

I laid there restless for the whole night until I left the room. My mind was running wild, and waves of twisted thoughts crashed down on me. My body was trembling. I hated this feeling.

No matter what I did I always ended up here. Stuck in my own mind. Living with my soul torn in two. I thought maybe just maybe having another person in my life might fix it. But I was far from right.

~Perspective Ends~

When I opened the door Damien was in there. That was the good part.

He stopped what he was doing to stare at me. I was speechless. Both of our faces were blank.

They both had the same thought, "I seriously screwed up."