The rain was coarse. Thrashing down upon Arkham. It was as though it mimicked my own emotions. What's that word called, oh yes. Pathetic fallacy.
I couldn't bear to get out of bed today, I couldn't bear going to the rec room, I couldn't bear seeing him with her. Oh how my heart aches when I see them two together. He doesn't love her. He uses her. To him she is nothing more than an object. A punching bag if you will. It was a horrible sight to see her after he gets mad, all black and blue but convinced he still loves her.
What did she see in him? Was it his no care attitude? Was it his psychotic personality? I don't think I would ever be able to comprehend it. How could someone be so foolish? Then it hit me. Maybe I was the foolish one. I mean its obvious! I am in love with a woman who is too foolish to realise she is in an abusive relationship. I am in love with a mad man's girl. I am in love with someone who doesn't even notice my mere existence in this mad house.
Slowly I muster up the strength to pull my pathetic self out of my cold hard slab bed and slowly pace my cell back and fourth. Thinking. No. Contemplating why I liked her so much. She's not very bright. She's not very funny. She's not very thoughtful. Why did I like her so much?
Maybe it was that cute chuckle she dose where she scrunches her nose. Or maybe its her gleaming blue eyes which look so loving and warm. Maybe even the way she shows affection for those who are close and is willing to look past their flaws. Her lips. Her cheeks. Her hair. I love everthing about this woman. She is perfect!
If only I could touch her, feel her, just be near her. I would make her feel like the queen she is. Serenade her with poetry and songs, show her the life she truely deserves.
But alas. It was never meant to be.
