How has it been since the fox mask departed from my life? Honestly, I'm not sure. Ever since he left me in that tent within the cave, I feel lost and traumatized.
I can still vividly recall the things that happened. The memories are haunting, and I dread the thought of experiencing it all again. I'm not certain if I can endure that kind of treatment any longer.
The pain was so intense that I'm now hearing things—voices reminiscent of him—and images of him flash through my mind.
I can't live with this chaos any longer.
The memory of his kiss in the cave still lingers on my lips... It felt different from the forceful kisses he had given me before he left. I can still picture the way his eyes sparkled with emotions I couldn't fully grasp. It's not that I don't understand; I just can't make sense of that enigmatic man. It seems he's just as lost in his feelings as I am, and that turmoil might drive him to madness.
It drove both of us to madness.
I think I need to schedule a therapy session.
But money?
Oh right. I've got nothing left. Since the Governor and his wife passed away, I haven't saved a cent. I've truly been born under an unlucky star, trapped by a man who is obsessed with me and treats me like some emotionless doll.
With a sigh, I turned around and noticed a table with a picture frame of my mother and me. Thankfully, the bed was comfortable, though I felt anything but.
"Mom... Why did you let me live?" I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"If you were here, none of this would have happened, even if your daughter is deemed unlucky." I sobbed, wrapping my arms around myself.
My stomach still aches. That misguided stalker is stitching my wounds with knitting thread. After he forced himself on me in the tent a few days ago, I had to re-stitch my wounds properly.
Right now, the injuries are barely manageable. Damn him for carving 'owned' into my skin with a knife.
Resolving to get up, I surveyed my room. It was a disaster. The window was shattered, my belongings scattered across the floor, and the closet door was ajar, revealing a secret passage.
I really need to tidy up my space.
As I started cleaning, I carefully gathered the shards of glass from the window, placing them into a paper bag. While doing so, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the broken glass.
"I look even more hideous," I muttered in frustration.
"No, you're not."
My heart raced upon hearing that familiar voice. I turned quickly to see who it was but found myself alone.
"What..." My breath quickened. I was hearing things again.
I could hear his voice.
Striving to calm my racing thoughts, I looked down at the glass in my hands, but instead of my own reflection, I saw him.
"AHHH!" I screamed, gripping the glass too tightly and hurting myself before tossing it away.
I spun around again.
And there was no sign of him.
My breath quickened once more. My thoughts were becoming jumbled, and my body felt feverish, sweating cold beads. I couldn't decipher what I was experiencing today.
My hands trembled, and my lips quivered.
"I hate this... Leave me alone... Get out of my head..." I sobbed, pleading for the torment to cease, kneeling on the floor and gripping my hair.
"Please... Please... Please…"
"Please... Show mercy... I'm sorry... I'm -sorry..."
I tightened my grip on my hair, feeling as though I might rip it out.
"There's no way I'll leave you, Little Flower..."
My breath hitched. My eyes widened in fear. I sensed his presence behind me, and the discomfort grew as I felt his hand soothingly settle on my shoulder.
He leaned closer, his lips near my ear as he whispered.
"It's your fault for being unlucky... If you had died with your mom, none of this would have happened." He laughed."
I continued to tremble, shaking my head in denial of his words. These thoughts are consuming me. I'm slowly losing my mind. He revels in tormenting me mentally, even in his absence.
He's not here, Rashie. Just thoughts. Purely thoughts.
I can sense his smugness as he leans back, his gaze fixed on me as if he could crush me in an instant.
"It's alright to cry, babe. No one is going to come to your aid anyway."
"NO! THAT'S IT!" I yelled, rising to my feet and turning away in frustration.
I felt the urge to lash out at the darkness inside me, but I hesitated.
All that stood before me was myself and the confines of this bedroom.
"Ha... Ha. Ha. Hahaha!" I burst into laughter, a mix of disbelief and sorrow as tears streamed down my face. My hair had become a tangled mess.
I am losing my grip on sanity. I'm truly going crazy.
Grinding my teeth, I let out another scream.
"SCREW YOU! I WISH YOU'D ROT IN HELL, YOU WORTHLESS COWARD! DO YOU EVEN HEAR ME? JERK!"