Just a heads up; this story has a deeper meaning. You just have to find it yourself ;)
Stuart doesn't know how they ended up together. All he remembers is when the abuse started.
He doesn't remember the day they first met…
Their first kiss…
Their first date…
Nothing.
It's almost as if she one day appeared and began to hurt him.
He hates the situation he's in. He hatesher. He wants it to stop desperately, before he falls into an endless black abyss and never climbs out of it again.
She has caused him to stop loving himself.
He doesn't eat…
Doesn't sleep…
All he does is stay in his room, silently waiting for her to creep her way back to him and abuse him some more.
After she abuses him, she leaves him sitting in the corner of his room, silent tears streaming down his pale cheeks. He wipes them away with his wrist and forearm, smearing blood onto his face. The rich, dark blood matches the situation he's currently in.
"…I've got to end this…" He said to no one, his usual wobbly voice intensified with his crying. "I'm in so much pain…"
Then, she comes from behind and puts her hands on his shoulders and her lips to his ear and whispers. He can tell she's here by the wave of cold and ill-omened sensation he suddenly feels.
"You secretly love this." She said in a way that suggests she knows of what she's talking about.
2D began to shake, his lip quivering. "…I do…?"
"Why yes!" She says louder. "You wouldn't trade this feeling for the 7 wonders of the world."
"But, I'm in pain." 2D whined as more tears flowed from his eyes. "It doesn't feel good at all."
"You're in denial." She says simply. "Repeat after me; I like the pain she gives me…"
2D hesitated at first before succumbing to her melodious voice. "I… like the… pain… she gives… me…" He choked out in shaky breaths.
"Good." She removes her hands. She examined the mess sitting in the corner. "You love me…"
"I… love you…" 2D repeated the sentence like a hypnotized fool.
In a way, he was.
And just like that, she was gone, leaving the broken man sitting on the floor, blood on his face and arms. He got up and hobbled to his bed to lay down and cried himself to sleep, waiting for another day of abuse.
Her abuse was seemingly on a schedule. Burning on Mondays, cutting on Tuesdays, hitting on Wednesdays, pushing over the prescribed dosage of pills down his throat on Thursdays, biting on Fridays, hair pulling on Saturdays, and forcing food down his throat on Sundays.
Every day, he'd beg for her to stop. Beg for this vicious cycle of abuse to end. Every time she'd convince him more and more that he likes the pain she's delivering his way.
And poor Stuart would believe every syllable.
He was beginning to become immune to the pain. He was beginning to truly like it.
This resulted in the cruelty intensifying and lasting longer.
He was slowly falling into the dark abyss…
He still asked for the abuse to end, repeatedly, until one day she agreed to leave him alone.
"Even though you love me, you want me gone? Okay. Just remember; you're lost without me. You'll learn to miss me soon." She spat coldly. She disappeared, never to be seen again.
Not a call.
Not a text.
Not a letter.
Nothing.
Happiness belonged to the singer once more! He got his health right and healed his cuts, burns, and bruises until there was no trace that they'd even been there.
But, without her, there was a large gap of his life missing.
So, he did everything he could think of that would bring her back. He was hurting for her pain…