Stockholm Syndrome

problem

They said I have a problem but I don't believe them. Why should I? They lie about everything. It has been three days since they stole me from him. The man I loved. They claimed our love was wrong. What made it wrong? I asked. They said "because he killed a lot of people"
That's all? I thought. Everyone kills. Some only kill better than others. We kill with our thoughts, our words, our actions, these hurt more than any mortal weapon. They think they know but they don't. They tell me its normal. Of course love is normal. He was the sweetest. He showed me his lair and that was to him, the utmost trust he could give, yet I betrayed him. My so-called family came to rescue me and they got him locked up.
I love him so much. He had these empty eyes which only reflected craziness when he showed me his works. I think in a way, he loved me too. We spent so much time together, he told me about how he loved to dress the victims up in costumes that represented them.
He said that no two victim can have the same costume as no two people are the same, he said that he was going to dress me up as an angel and he would skin my back in a way that it would seem like I had wings, he said that he would let the blood flow into a bowl so that he would drink it and become pure. I liked the idea. I wanted to be his angel, sure, I would have preferred it if there was a way for him to come with me while I held his bloody hand but that would not be possible as he said he did not want to die yet as his job was not yet done so I would have let him make me his angel and I would have waited for him. But that did not work out. Instead, I'm stuck in the hospital and instead of having my parents come check on me, I'm having a psychiatrist. I am quite aware of the reason why my parents did not want to come. I told them about him, they were horrified but I told them that they didn't know him as I did.
I had met him - or rather he had met me - a month to this day. It was not quite love at first sight but seriously, does that truly exist? Sure I fought him when he captured me and I gave him a couple of scars worth bragging about but after I got to know him, after he kept me alive longer than the others cause he said he loved my spirit, after he stole my heart with his passion for the things he did. He told me about how nothing had ever interested him since his childhood until he discovered the joy in not just killing but skinning. Its kinda like a form of art. The tied up living human is the canvas waiting for your tools. A human is the best form of canvas, they are not pure and yet they give the illusion of being so, what could be better than letting all their woes out in the open? Showing them for who they really are? And so what canvas is better than human? He started with small animals. Those supposedly cute things that parents give their children as pets, the dogs, cats, ferret, mouse and others. He once made a dog look like a cat. It was one of his greatest masterpieces and he did that when he was just 13. How many parents can say that their kid had done something like that? He took his neighbor's dog because of course, using a random dog just doesn't bring about that feeling. That epic successful feeling. You have to have a connection to the killed so that it's death would not be in vain. The basement Of his house was filled with old useless things and no one in his family went down there which made it the perfect place to begin his project. The dog-cat experiment . He told me about how his parents didn't really have time for him and how he hardly saw them which made it easier for him to hide his secret deeds.
He wasn't the monster they acted like he was. Even if he was, he was my monster. My body ached a bit but my heart ached more. I miss him. I didn't want to spend another day in the hospital listening to the muffled discussion of my parents and the nurses and the incessant beeping sound. I was tired.
The time on the wall clock was 9:56pm. I would leave here soon. I would return to him. I decided to close my eyes a little. Try to sleep, then soon, very soon, I will find my way to him.