I know it’s wrong. I keep telling myself that. But the pull is irresistible and quite frankly, my love is stronger than any rational thinking. I find myself trailing behind you, keeping a safe distance. It’s a routine now, watching you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend. Jealousy gnaws at me, a constant companion growing in my ear. I long to be in your boyfriend’s place, to be the one who makes you laugh, I’d do it better than him anyway.

Tonight, like many nights before, I decide to slip into your house. It’s become almost second nature, knowing the exact time when the house is empty. It’s harmless, really, I’m just keeping you safe.

As I quietly let myself in, the familiar creak of the door sends a thrill through me. Everything is as it should be: the silence, the shadows. But something feels off tonight, a tension in the air that I can’t quite place.

Suddenly, I can’t help but feel like someone is behind me and before i have time to turn around everything goes black.

I wake up with a splitting headache, groaning loudly as I reach for my head. Something stops me with a loud clink, my eyes snap open and.. what’s this? A heavy duty chain is keeping me in place on a run down mattress. My eyes scan the cold room, falling on to your dark figure by the basement stairs. I should feel scared, I should scream and curse at you.. I should. Yet, i find a slight smile tugging at my silent soft lips. You could’ve killed me, the opportunity was definitely there but, you threw me down here and locked me up. That could only mean one thing, right?

You like me.