I tried to let it go. Today for the first time in as long as I kept it locked up, I loose the laces. I went down into the cellar, pitch dark. In the midst of darkness I felt only his breath. The stench of wet mingled with his. There was no electricity, I had to make way with a candle. If He stood there in the corner. Nestled on the ground, with the few clothes he had permission to hold, now reduced to rags. I turned the light down his legs because I had the courage to face him, not after what I did. The low heat of the candle it was so startled by now accustomed to the cold of that place. Her skin had turned purple, as if his whole body was covered by a single bruise. I am reminded of all the times I had filled the barrel to keep it out from down there, eventually gave up. Sometimes I hear the muffled cries of the thickness of the floor. For a while, 'I came to forget about him ... There was nothing for me besides that background noise. For some 'time, however, his silence has begun to distress. The do not hear anything I did feel his presence strongly, as if his ego did the anger and resentment towards me for having locked up, he managed to expand, and wanted to come and take revenge ... I could not sleep, I heard him come in my dreams, I felt invaded my own air ... I was sure that is the same as depositing soot in my lungs that I was being eating away at the brain with its presence hidden. So I started to consider the idea of \u200b\u200breleasing him. Unfortunately there were so many things to consider, I could not imagine who would have the effect set him free. Probably would have done anything to upset life as I had done with her. It would be taken possession of my reality, he certainly could. He would talk with my friends, taken away; would sleep next to those I love, would change their minds so that they would not remember most of my life. This could not afford. But I could not keep him down there, I was not too bad. I started to think also to get rid of ... but then what would become of me? I would have lost your sight on the other eye ... I'm hearing and my hands would not have been able to move in that way that both pleasing to the senses. I lost the colors, red and foremost, I would have lost the warmth of the skin. Who would live like this? Certainly not me. I could not get rid of altogether.
find him in that moment before him, free him from captivity, there are also signs that the strings had left on her skin, made me understand. It was not served to keep it down there. It was a madness, my madness, that he wanted to change things.
untie the noose around my neck I was forced to look him in the face ... I had to put my eyes on her in that blue off into the sea and deep dish. I felt his gaze in my brain, I felt her hands in my soul. I felt life in his suffering.
I let go. I've seen it go slow to go up the stairs, I saw him open the hatch that had denied him the light to all this time, and then see how I could enjoy the fresh air and freedom, away from my madness.
The part of me that most frightens me, contradict me most is free, and I was the one to break free.
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