how did it go? out in the dark?
The dark was the waking nightmare I didn't know existed. All my anger, rage and pain filled the night with a scream. He twisted my mind over time. He told me I was delusional. Told me I was paranoid. Told me I was manic after luring me in. He played with my hair, sent love songs. He looked into my eyes and said he loved me. Confused, I listened. I heard him call me disarming. A stone of grey. He told fibs. Held my silence. Stirred my core. He started calling me friend. His inconsistency curious. I watched. His bright smile charming. I can bully people for hours, he gloated. I saw his eyes narrow on my small frame. It looked as if he wanted to destroy me. I wanted to envelop him. Trust him. He switched. Avoided. Left me in the dark. The dark where I smashed through his window with my thick-soled shoes. Narcissist! I screamed. I shouted wicked words. Wicked, wicked accusations. I was taken away. Strapped to a bed, seven nurses pinned me down. Tranquilized I was told to be a good girl. A good girl? What is that? He put cameras in my house. He could hear me. He knew what I was thinking. He knew he was unravelling me. He wanted me to go mad. That way, the connection would be a delusion.
