Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Gakt ❯ Love is a Battlefield ( Chapter 13 )

Love is a Battlefield:

*Meri*

This isn't my home. This is a prison. Home is where I am loved. I feel no love here. This place is a prison. I am the prisoner. Gakt is the warden.

He locked me in my room again. No, this is not my room. This is a cell. He even took my phone. I sat on the floor in the corner. This cell used to be so big. Now, it suffocates me. The yellow paint looks like it can crush me anytime. I can't breathe.

The only window in the room is sealed shut with wallpaper. I tried to open when I was trapped in here one day. The plaster on my hands gave me away when Gakt came back. My ribs, leg, and wrist were broken as a result.

Time disappears here. The clock on the wall is broken. Always stuck at noon. I want to tear it off the wall. I would, but my stomach reminds me that I can't. I can't remember the last time I ate. Gakt keeps the pantry locked during the day. The only thing I really have is coke nowadays. Oh god! What has happened to me? I don't know this girl. She is pale, skinny, and ugly. That's not me. I have never looked this sick before in my life. My face feels like it could break. I look paler than death. I can barely stand at times. I always want to throw up. It scares me so much.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I paused in shock. Is… my hair falling out? I looked at my hand. No… I'm not sure. I think it is. I might be imagining it. I tremble as I stare at my hand.

“No,” I hear myself. `No, no, no, no!” I want to scream out, but no sounds came out. Instead, I manage a small gag. My head hurts. I… I need more coke.

Even that's locked up. I lowered my head to my knees. What happened to me? I was never like this. I used to do something good. I used to be close to my family. But now…

I shut my eyes and shook my head. Why do I go through this? I… I need a cigarette!

Even those are locked up. Gakt locks up everything when he leaves. I don't even know where he goes every day. He could be playing around for all I know. I can't do that. Gakt would kill me if I did. He just wants to keep me all to himself. All to himself in this prison.

I fell out on the floor. I don't know how much more I can take of this.

Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door unlocking. I lazily dragged my head upwards. My warden, Gakt, stood over me, shaking his head and frowning.

“Pathetic,” he mumbled. “Just pathetic.”

Love is Just a Bloodsport