Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 37 - When The Projector Slides Down.

Life gives you a chance. It always does. You just have to decide what you want to do out of it. It's a chance that doesn't come again. Fourteen days ago I had a chance to escape. But I didn't take it. I'm still questioning it even to this day after everything I endured in the pool of darkness that never seemed to end. Light came when it needed, them it vanished when it lost its purpose. In a tiny room like this, where I was stuck for what felt like an eternity, people were meant to change. Hallucinations, triggers, jittery sensations, and mental illness all were meant to come and go and not everyone could survive it before it changed them.

I had a rule of my own I created on the third day. Never lose strength and courage. It was simple. I closed my eyes and slept at every chance I got. Then I cried when I couldn't sleep because there were many guilts that ate me up, and many memorial paths I traveled to. If it wasn't the darkness and the guilt...it was the memories that pained me more. I shared plethora of memories with plethora of people. And sad thing is—they stayed with me the entire time to remind me why I was here in the first place.

But despite all of this—I never lost my strength. I lost hope. But my strength remained. My willpower to fight remained. Only, I didn't know what to fight for anymore but I didn't break all the way. Thirteen days came and went and now I was seated on the last day of my misery. So I thought.

Where was I truly safe at? Here? Where there was nothing but darkness? Or outside? Where my father's men awaited for me? I'm both cases I stood on my tippy-toes—constantly on the edge of the knife. The man I loved who I thought loved me back couldn't seen anything beyond the point of revenge and the other man—my father—who I thought was looking for me in all the right reasons couldn't seen anything beyond the point of revenge, sins, and pure evil. Like a tug of war, I stood in the middle. If I could anchor myself down...where would it be? And to what point? For fourteen days I asked myself questions, tested my sanity and luck, and focused on finding answers I could use my anchor but...

...I stood nowhere with no one to answer my unasked questions. I was exposed to a lot of things but never something I wanted. I stood, barely with strength, as I wobbled a little. I had no support because there was nothing to hold me up but pushing myself against the wall was somewhat getting easier by day. Suddenly, I find an urge to laugh and so I do. Loudly. But sadly and with painful tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm both laughing and crying and I don't know which one to stop first. Life is funny when you least expect it. When life gives you lemons you make lemonade. You don't throw lemons out the door. So when life gave me my only chance of way out...what do I do?

I throw away the key and lock myself inside. Now the key is gone and I am not stuck in cruel realm of reality where second changes don't come again.

"Maya, you stupid girl." Time to time, to keep my sanity in bay and to be more human, I talked to myself to give me company. It worked for most of the time. And sometimes it didn't. I am stupid. No doubt about that. I could openly scream that to the world. Here I am trying to do something for his deceased sister out of pure love and here he is....killing me slowly without food and water. One morsel per day isn't cutting it for me. In all honestly...if anyone can even answer this for me...who is more stupid and foolish here? Me or him?

I need love to prosper. I need a Devine entity to come down and tell me that in all the name of love I was doing this for a right purpose. That I shouldn't back down. Maybe my pain will bring him back to me. He's all I have. He's all I ever need in life. I let my legs do and slide down the wall aggressively, sighing in devastation.

I need him to believe I'm not my father's daughter.

The door opens, casting my dark shadows with light. I don't move and I don't blink. I remain idle and ready to bear anything that comes my way. For fourteen days I hadn't had a privilege to talk to or see another human being. From human myself...I was turned into nothing but an animal locked up in a cage. And I gradually came to an understanding because this is what Kayla went through. But does that mean I'll go through everything she went through? I purse my cracked lips together and lick them to moisten what I can. Footsteps come near me then they stop. Painful silence takes over the room and I finally manage to look up. My heart hitches and involuntary cry slips out of my mouth before I can stop it.

There's food in his hand. I don't know what's in the plate because it's elevated up to where I can't see from sitting down but he has food in his hand. He brought me food!

"Hungry?" He asks. The voice. A voice I haven't heard in days finally registers in my brain and I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I lost mine only to hear his. My throat constricts and my stomach tightens. It's my willpower that kept me alive this long but I can't keep going on forever. I could fight this like a petulant child but I'm not a child in this matter. I'm a woman merely surviving off of nothing to become something...something...stronger for a purpose. I lick my lips again and slowly nod. His lips curve into a lopsided smirk. I swallow.

He bends to his knees and the fabric of his pants rustle. I smell him in, his masculinity washing over me like holy water. I fight a smile that threatens to form on my lips. He smells like the day I expressed my love to him. The day I told him he meant everything to me. The day he was suppose to love me back.

"What now?" I whisper through my cracked lips. His eyes soften and my heart momentarily stops beating. His fingers reach out and he ever so slowly, with soft fingers, brushes my stray, bristled hairs behind my ear. One touch. One single touch that I lacked for days becomes my savior in disguise. I close my eyes and fight the tears that threaten. My heart jump starts and suddenly a new profound strength embeds into my soul. It's not just any human touch I longed for, no. It's his. It's always been his.

Oh, the glory of God. He came back for me. I knew he would. He can't hate me for the sins of my father forever.

"Now, you eat." He lowers the plate. It's not the smell that hits me first. It's the sight. Meatloaf. It's presentable. Why is it presentable? What's wrong with it? Is this real? I look up with moist eyes, unable to grasp the reality. He's feeding me...actual food. I pick up the spoon with trembling fingers. Why am I still here?

"Eat." His monotone voice creates a havoc inside of me. Eyes glued on me like a hawk, I do as instructed. The air around me felt accursed, ominous even as the spoon neared my mouth. I couldn't look away from him and he couldn't look away from me. This didn't feel like an absolution. This didn't feel as if I was once again welcomed into his arms. Would he kill me right now, right here by feeding me poison? I put the spoon into my mouth without second guessing and chew. The first chew was okay. The second chew was acrid and the third chew crunched in between my teeth. To convince myself that I was dreaming, I took another forceful bit. Tears burn my eyes. My heart gallops. My soul shatters against my body.

There was only so much I could fight. Klaus sits back and smirks. His amusement in all this tears me apart slowly, limb by limb, soul by soul. The spoon drops from my hand and clatters on the ground. Tears drop from my eyes and I look down at the plate in horror. But I'm so much in shock that I cannot comprehend. My body freezes in time. Death cockroaches litter the plate in and around the food. How did I fall to notice this? He could have given me poison and I wouldn't have questioned it. But why this? Why feed me disease? My eyes hold so many questions but my words are muted. I'm lost. Completely and utterly lost. The urge to puke is strong but I hold back. Bile rises up my throat.

Without uttering a word, without a single touch, and without a resistance he pulls out a demote device from his pocket and presses a button. In seconds, a loud cracking sound awakens in the silent room and something slides down in the dark. I watch in horror. I don't have to see to know what it is. But when the light comes on on the screen my guess is correct. A projector. It's a projector. And when the projector turns on, I cower. Devastation hits me hard.

"Cat and mouse games are over."

I find my voice. "Don't."

"No teacher. No student. Right here, right now...there's no law. If you close your eyes—I will become your last living nightmare."

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A/N:

Hello wonderful readers! For all that read, messaged, liked, and voted continuously for a much needed support—I'm SO sorry for this late chapter! Between classes, vacation, exams, and family shit I just couldn't have the time to get on my tablet to write. But, I'm here now! And I will make up the missed time! So stay tuned ;) I will try to post as quickly as possible. Thank you! Much love!