Paper Airplane Monologue

Paperman
Paper airplanes. That's all it took. How stupid I was to befriend him, how stupid it was for me to kiss him. To believe that we were in love, only for him to imprison me. Hold me captive. He has taken everything from me. The life I had, the people I knew. All gone because he made me think we had something special. Never in my life have I ever made a mistake this big.
I stare around at my surroundings. It looks like a normal Manhattan apartment, small and cramped. There is a tan couch pushed against the wall. Coffee rings stain the polished oak coffee table nearby. It reminds me of the life I used to have, clean and polished only to be stained with another's actions. The kitchen is still littered with yesterday’s meals. Bits of food,

soggy and neglected. It’s my job to clean it up while he's gone. He goes to work every day at 7:30 and returns at 4:00. You might think that I could leave while he’s gone; however he has already thought of that. He locks the door from the outside. The windows are barred and the sicko doesn’t even have a telephone. When I first got locked in the apartment I tried everything that came to mind. Even smashing a window. When he came home he punched me in the jaw. I had the bruise for days after. However, I haven't broken a window since, and I am not planning on doing it any time soon.
As I scrub the plates I hear the door open. He’s not supposed to come home this early, if he sees me like this… I’m screwed. I scrub the plates faster, as he walks down the hall. As I finish with the last plate, I hear his bag flop onto the the dining chair. I dry the dishes quickly as he walks into the kitchen. I stack the plates on each other and a balance a bowl on top the stack. I wheel around to put the dishes away in the cupboard. I contact with his chest, the bowl teeters off the stack and shatters.
“ Stupid girl!” He says as his fist collided with my jaw. I hear a crack. My surroundings spin as I scramble to put the rest of the remaining dishes on the counter. I turn to face him once the dishes are away.
“You have to clean this up, I have work to do.” He says and drops some shattered porcelain onto my palm. He holds my hand and squeezes, the sharp edges slicing my right hand. I wince.
“Aww.” He says “You're so cute when you're hurt.”