Broken

When I finally came to, I was in a dark room, with one small, dirty window, which let in a dimmed version of sunlight. My feet and hands were tied so I couldn't move. I hadn't the slightest clue where I was or how I got there, but I had this feeling in the depths of my soul that something was horribly wrong.

I didn't recognize him when he first came in. He was no more than a silhouette in my imagination. What had happened between us had never really happened, and the sorrow and pain was never a reality. It was no more than a nightmare.

But then he spoke. He greeted me, and I came to the horrible realization that he was the one holding me captive. He made no attempt to make me comfortable, he made no attempt to do anything but have a casual conversation with me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, and I couldn't believe my ears. The guy I knew and loved before had no emotion, showed no signs of life in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, scared for my life, and sad for his.

"What?" He questions innocently, "Is is wrong for me to want to have a friendly conversation like people should? Especially when they're 'just friends'?"

"I don't mean the conversation. Why are you keeping me here?"

"I loved you. I still do. I don't ever want you to leave me, so I brought you here. That way, nobody can ever take you away from me."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You're sick."

"You brought this upon yourself, you know. You knew I loved you, and yet you let me go. You left me alone in the dark, and without reason."

"I had a reason. You know what you did. You know why I left you."

He simply ignored my denial, "It's like lighting a lamp for a child in the dark when you know they're afraid, but then immediately blowing it out. It's like helping a butterfly out of a spider's web, only to trap in in a jar with even more spiders."

I managed to choke out a dry sob, as he got up to leave.

"Now I'm lighting my own lamp, and I intend to keep it lit." He said, and then before he left, added, "You did this to me." And the door closed, leaving me trapped in the dark.

"No," I say softly, to no one in particular, "You did this to you. You broke yourself."

The End