I could barely move. My eyes were open now but I was frozen stiff with terror. I was on a chair between two shelved, the man from the shop nowhere in sight. I wanted to cry tears that would not fall, wanted to run and escape, but I couldn't. My body felt odd, heavier. Eric must have been so upset with me. I loved him and I let him down. I tried to move again but it was too difficult. I still felt sleepy from being knocked out and I was hurting quite a bit, an odd, hot sensation and the pain resulting from being dragged to the tower by the man and being held down. I stayed still, as I was, wanting so badly to cry and tremble to relieve the terrible choked up feeling in my throat. This body was mine, that I knew, but it didn't function as such. I was a disgrace. I could not run away from anything, including my guilt of letting Eric down. He'd surely have given up by now, would be sat at home, lounging about with a bottle in his hand. I couldn't believe my own stupidity. What was I? I was nothing. Oh Eric. I'm so sorry.