~~~Mikey's POV~~~

I stepped onto the dock and stared at the water through the gaps in the warped planks. I could see my Mother’s pale, bloated face through the wood.
“94265!”
My number got called out and my Mother’s face disappeared. I walked forward, the chains around my ankles rubbing against my skin; blood welled up and a sadistic smirk appeared on my face as it dripped down my foot. I had heard stories about this island. How you were locked out of sight; how you only received one hour of human contact a week; how most inmates committed suicide.

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I was lead through a maze of corridors; the guards seemed as lost as my mental state. They opened my cell door and I walked in without a fight. The shackles were removed and I rubbed my bruised wrists. The bed creaked as my weight weighed it down; the hinges connecting it to the wall didn’t sound much better. My breath escaped my lips in small bursts of foggy mist. I went to the door and called to a guard.
“May I write a letter? Or does that go against the no contact policy?”
He snarled before saying something into his mouthpiece. I sat at my desk as my cell door opened.
“You stay where you are. One movement and you will be shot.”
I tilted my head and giggled as the stationery was placed in front of me. I heard the door slam and I focused on the paper.

"Gerard,
My dearest brother. How are you? I miss you already. It’s not the same as boot camp here, or Christian camp. I guess that is to be expected though. I’m sorry. For everything. What I did; who it was. I just wanted us to be happy. I heard them one night. They were going to send you away; separate us. I couldn’t let them do that to us. The bond we have is special. Too special to be broken. I’m going to stay faithful, baby, I swear. I hope you do the same.
Love,
Mikey xxxx"

I signed the letter and then leant back in my chair. I’d orphaned myself and my brother. My Mother and Father had pushed me too far one night. My brother and I had embarked in a lover’s relationship. Our Mother had found us one night. The next night I went downstairs in order to get a drink for Gerard; he had a bad cough and couldn’t breathe right. I’d heard them talking about how they were going to send Gerard off to college, despite his wishes to stay at home for another year. The matter of our relationship was brought up and then Father had said he’s ship my lover off as soon as he could; that the Devil had taken our souls. I had needed to take matters into my own hands to stop it from happening. I slid under the thin, scratchy covers of the bed and closed my aching eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.

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“The accused, Michael James Way, has been accused of murdering his parents in cold blood; first-degree murder. How do you plead?”
Mikey turned his head to look at his brother in the seating area. Gerard’s eyes were full of tears. Mikey faced the judge.
“It’s only fair my brother know the truth. There is no need for this trial. I plead guilty, your honour.”
Gerard stared at his brother in shock, horror, fear. His brother had done that to their own parents? Mikey stood.
“If the court will allow it, I would like to talk to my brother privately.”

Gerard sat opposite his brother as he was waiting to be shipped to his jail.
“W-Why’d you do it, Mikes?”
“You didn’t hear what they were going to do. I’m not going into that detail, GeeBear.”
“Why do y-you want to talk to me?”
Mikey leant in and pressed his lips against Gerard’s soft, silky ones.
“I love you. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Gerard had nodded and whispered.
“I love you too.”
The guards pulled Mikey up and forced him out the room.

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My eyes snapped open and I shot upright, breathing hard. Gerard. He was going to be on my mind for a long time. I hugged my knees, wanting nothing more than to hug him, to kiss him, to be his. I knew he was likely to hook up with his friend, what was his name? Frank or something. They’d get married, adopt kids, and grow old. The life I wished I could have with him. It would never be possible. I’d never have that life. Not anymore. A bell rang out and my cell door opened, a tray of food being wheeled in. I walked over to it once they closed the door and started eating. I realized my letter had been taken away and smirked. There was no reason for them to not send it.

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I pushed the empty plate away and I stared out of my tiny window at the waves as they crashed against the rocks. I reached into my prisoner uniform and wrapped my hands around the locket Gerard had given me. They hadn’t taken it as they were supposed to. I took it off and opened it, staring at the picture of us together. He’d gotten me a Build-a-Bear and it was a picture of the three of us; my lips were against his cheek; his smile was wider than I’d ever seen it before. Perfection. Before anyone knew about us. I returned my gaze to the ocean. No. I wasn’t going to rot in this hell hole. I was going to escape. I vowed as I clutched the locket close to me chest. I will find a way back to Gerard.

Notes

Something I wrote for my English coursework.