Ugly, bitter hate chapter 2

The first thing the police said to me was that you had been taken away and could never get at me; I was safe. They don't understand. They never will, I miss you. Yes, however mad it sounds I do. I miss you everyday, like a constant ache. I long to see your face everyday and pray at night I'll see you beside me in the morning. May be I am mad, turned mad by you. Turned mad by grief, hatred and overwhelming love for you. My captor, my nightmare, my killer, my love. Who am I? I don't know anymore...

Author's Note

Read chapter 1, please review :)