A Message For "..."

Ruined

Where have you taken me?

I don't remember getting here.
One minute I was just sitting in my apartment, and the next I'm here.
Ever since you came back, my memory has suffered many blanks.
I hate it.
It's as though I no longer have control over my mind.

It's dark out here.
I have to stand under a graffitied street lamp to write this.
It was daylight when I found your message in my pocket though.
I've tried to find my way back, but I just keep getting lost.
So now I have no other option but to write to you.

Your message was splattered with blood again.
You did you what threatened to do, didn't you? 
I doubt you cleaned it up this time.
I hope you hid the body.
Though, I wouldn't be surprised if you hung it over my balcony for all to see.

I don't sound shocked, do I?
I'm not.
I was expecting you to murder someone else.
You're just growing increasingly violent.

The fact that I'm utterly and completely lost is the main issue here.
What if no one ever finds me?
What do I do then?
I don't want to ask anyone for directions.
I don't want you to kill them.

You've said before that you were jealous of how people talked to me.
Well, they don't.
I don't let them.
They don't need to find out about my condition.
Or about you.

It's dangerous to be out here at night.
Do you realise that?
Or do you just not care?
You only seem to care about a few things.
And the few things you care about, you care passionately about.

What will they do with me when they find me?
Probably ship me off somewhere from where I'll never return.
Congratulations, you ruined life for both of us.

If you want control, you won't have to fight for it much longer.
There's no point resisting you if my freedom is taken away.
They'll find the corpses, and they'll blame your crimes on me.
I always get the blame.
Even in my family it seems like it's my fault for everything.

I don't want to see them again.
They certainly don't want to see me.
It's not my fault that I'm....
I wouldn't say insane, that's going too far.
I don't know what I'd describe myself as.
Definitely not normal.

I hear a car driving towards me.
They've probably found me.
The street I'm on has been deserted since sunset.
Everything's about to take a turn for the worst.

You'll see

Sorry if my updates are inconsistent. That's due to the increased amount of homework I've been receiving recently.

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