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Giving up is what
seems best now.
Falling in a pitch black
hole is what I am doing now.
"June, come on darling,
you have to tell them how he looks,"
I hear my mother saying next to me.
I look up at the man seated
in front of my body.
Looking at me as if I am
damaged to the core.
Which I am,
damaged and destroyed.
Nothing and nobody that can heal me,
only he can.
After he drove away,
after he left me alone in the streets of my hometown,
I forced myself to walk home
and enter the door that brought me into my home.
My mother,
as pale and broken as ever,
ran into my body and hugged me as tights as she could.
Craddling me into
her arms and crying.
She was so happy to see me
and she was one of the most broken.
I was glad to finally see her again,
but how awful it must sound
she could not fill the hole in my heart.
The one he left me with.
I cried and cried for days,
which nobody understood.
Nobody understood me as he did.
Lauren and Mason
visited me after two days,
hugging me so tight I felt
myself losing their hold.
Lauren cried and told
me how much she missed me.
Everybody wondered what
happened to me and I kept as much as possible to myself,
close to my heart.
Everyone seeked for me and
was worried about my whereabouts, especially after the Elijah his dissapearance.
Some even thought I ran from home.
But quite soon they discovered someone took me when Lauren said something about the black car I mentioned a couple times.
"You need to tell us everything,
it is the only way he can get help,"
they won't give him help,
they lock him up, I think to myself.
"and we can find the missing boy Elijah."
I looked away from the two inpatient men and fiddled nervously with my hands in my lap.
I kept silent and no one was going to get any information out of me.
Nobody.
Harry was my lover
and my secret to keep.
No one will hear the story and no one will hear my deepest secrets.
"I am sorry, I thought she was ready to open up to us."
I scowl at my mother for thinking this and not supporting me.
"It is okay, Miss. She will be diagnosed after this abduction. It is possible the result will be the so called Stockholm Syndrome."
I furrow my eyebrows at
the sound of abduction.
It did not feel like an abduction,
at the beginning maybe but at
the end it was me who wanted
to stay with him.
"What exactly is that?"
My mother asks the police officers.
"A condition where strong emotional ties are being formed between the captor and captive.
So strong that eventually the hostage will not agree to testify against him in court."
I look at my mother
to see she is already looking
at me with wide eyes.
I shoot her a questioning look,
but she shrugs and leaves it.
"Miss June, were there any
physical activities between you
and the captor?"
The officer on the right asks me with a paper in his hand, the other hand holding a pen.
Ready to write everything down.
