When I opened my eyes I found myself in this dark place, lit by a dim bulb hanging above my head. It

was a shabby room. I don’t know if it has windows but, my speculations say that this room has no

windows. But I do know that this room has a door, it is from that room he comes to this room.

It has been long since I last saw the sun, for I have been confined here for god knows how long.

My whole body is tightly bound, making me immobile. My head, legs, and hands were bound,

and I thought I didn’t know with what, as I could not feel the material used to bind me. It may be because

my hands have become sore, they made me incapable of sensing the material on my hand. For now, I

won’t focus on that as I have more things to talk about.

Who captures me like this? You may have this question on your mind. And the answer to that is

my best friend.

I and my best-friend were close to each other. He was a philosophical person. He had many

philosophies about life, death, and many others. I particularly liked his philosophies on love. Let me

recite to you, one of the accounts of him telling me his philosophy.

It was dusk. We were returning from our classes. It was then I asked him about his views on

one-sided love.

“Hey, you know that I like this boy right,” I said.

“Right.” He said.

“I have been suppressing my feelings for him, but, now I've started to fear that I might be a loser.

What do you think about me not confessing to him my feelings?”

He sighed and said. “I don’t know about girls but for boys it's hard.”

“How is it?”

“Have you seen a rose?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Then, you know that it has thorns on its branches.”

“Indeed.”

“What does a thorn do?”

“They protect Rose from being picked up by others.”

“Just like that, boys protect the girls they like from being picked up by others. They won’t

say anything to the girl but will try to drive other boys away from you. They will also protect you

from the one trying to hurt you. They will do anything possible to protect you.

But, one thing they don’t do is try to talk with her. Due to this, she will be unaware of how

they feel. And then girls will never consider them. They at least have to show girls how they feel, which

will allow girls to think about them.

At last, the thorns get cut down and the flower gets picked up by others.

Similarly, the girl also goes with another boy and the boy will be left wide-eyed.”

“Interesting. You said how you feel about one-sided love, can you also tell me what you feel

about love?”

“For that, I will give you a poem. Decode it and find out yourself.”

“OK, give me the poem.”

After hearing my approval, he pulled out a diary from his bag turned to a certain page

number, tore a page and handed me the page. The following lines were written on the page,

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I’m searching for something,

Don’t know what.

Ahead of me lies a garden,

Is it inside that?

The garden is huge,

I can’t see its end.

So wide in this garden,

How can I find that?

Even if I try to find it,

I will get lost in that.

I’m returning to my home,

Let it be lost in that.

“I will try to decode it. But I’m not sure if I will be able to decode it.”

And I still don’t know what that poem meant.

You may be wondering if the boy saying things like that can kidnap me and keep me in this

condition. You are not the only person thinking that, I thought that too but, he did.

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The reason for kidnapping me as far as I know is the reason I rejected him.

It was the month of April, I was doing my chores, when I got a call from him.

“Hello,” I said.

“Get to the park, I have a surprise for you.” He said and ended the call.

Soon after his call, I got a text from the boy I liked. The text read Meet me at the park.”

I got excited and went to the park. At the park, I found my crush first.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi,” I replied.

“I always wanted you to know that I like you but could never muster up the courage..”

Without giving him to complete, I hugged him and told him I loved him.

It was then my best friend arrived. He saw us hugging each other. He had no expression on his

face. He came and said that he started having feelings for me and without listening to what I had to

say, he went off. I don’t know where he went as I have not seen him for many months.

The day I saw him again was the day of that terrible accident.

That day my dad, mom, my husband and his dad were going on a trip.

“Look at that breathtaking view, sweetheart.” My husband said.

“Absolutely. I'm glad we chose this scenic route. It's so peaceful and serene. I can already feel

the stress going away.”

“That's exactly what I was hoping for....”

Before he could end his sentence, I shouted.

“Look, look, my best friend, the one I told you about.”As I said that my husband, looked

toward us and smiled, and then we got run off by a truck.

When I opened my eyes after that accident I found myself, lying on my back, facing the ceiling,

in this dark and creepy room. I tried to get up that time but I was unable to move.

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Kidnapping a girl you like, is a cheap move. It’s a cheap move. For him, it might be winning his love.

Might be winning the world. But for me, it’s nothing more than lust. Love is the thing that my boyfriend

used to do too. Making time for me in his busy schedule. Spending time with me. Understanding my

problems. What he is doing in the name of love is his lust.

Wait, he is here, I can hear the creaking of the door. He comes once every day to give me an

injection, that is used to faint me. He injects within me a certain injection, that sends me to the world of

deep sleep.

I don’t know what he did with my body when I was sleeping. Maybe, he does what he

kidnapped me for. What else can he do? I don’t think that he kidnapped me just for the sake of seeing

my face every day. If that was the case, why use that injection? He can do that without making me faint.

I strongly believe that he rapes me.

It's a vile thing he does. Raping a girl again and again in his sleep. In no way, does it justify his

love.

He closed the door and came near to me and sat down.

“Don’t be scared I am with you.” He said. “You know what, I'm happy that I am with you at the

“Don’t be scared I am with you.” He said. “You know what, I'm happy that I am with you at the

time of your difficulty.”

I have no idea what he is babbling about and I’m not scared too. In this difficult time, it is his,

my best friend’s, word that is giving me the courage.

You know what the fear is like a baby tree that is inside you. When you get scared you are

watering that tree, the tree of fear. The more you fear the more that tree will grow spreading its

roots through your arteries and veins. And when it reaches its final stage its roots will be

spread across your body. It was what he said to me once. You can call me a weirdo for holding on to

his words, but his words and philosophies are deeply rooted in me. His words have shaped me in a

certain way. He may be a rapist, or a kidnapper, his deeds may be vile but the word he said was not.

“Don’t be scared.” He said again and lowered his head to kiss my forehead. I don’t know why

he is saying these words and why is he kissing my forehead instead of my mouth. I don’t know what’s

wrong with him today.

And I never found out what was wrong with him as after his injection I never woke up. I did

wake up for a few seconds, at that time he was holding me in his arms and he was full of tears, but, not

for too long to know why.