*One Month Later*
Mikey’s POV:

I was sitting across from Frank, we were playing chess and he was currently beating me. Like he always does. He took my Bishop and smiled, “Checkmate.”

I groaned, “It’s not fair! You’re a genius!”

Frank giggled, “Excuses Mikey, that’s all I hear.”

We got up from the small table and began to walk around the institution. We went out to the small garden that was in the back and we sat down on a cement bench.

“So Mikey, does the journal help you at all?” I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah, I mean I still have nightmares…but not nearly as often. It’s been a great help.” I answered, and I was telling the truth, the nightmares have subsided a little bit.

Frank smiled sweetly, “Yeah? Well good I’m glad I can help.”

After a few hours of talking, we heading back inside and I went to my bedroom. I smiled to myself, ever since Frank’s been here I have been starting to feel a little better. Frank never pushes me to talk about things, he always patient and I feel like he’s one of the only people who understands what I’m going through. I fell asleep quickly and let my dreams take me away.

I had been in this basement for nearly two years. He let me see Gerard every so often but I couldn’t tell him anything, I wanted to, but he told me he would kill Gerard. I couldn’t risk that happening. Gerard was the only person left that I cared about, he was the reason I had not killed myself yet. I went through this hell for the slight hope that I could escape and be with Gerard again.

I heard him walk down the steps and I involuntarily let out a small whimper. However what scared me the most was when I saw a girl, about my age, being roughly thrown to the ground in front of me. Her green eyes looked up at me in fear and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

“W-who is she?” I muttered.

He sneered at me and grabbed a handful of her hair, she screamed out in surprise and tears began to fall from her eyes. “She is my new pet. Don’t worry Michael you will always be my favorite.” He licked her face following the trail of tears. She let out another sob and I felt fury bubble inside me.

“Leave her alone!” I shouted getting to my feet.

“What are you gonna do boy?” He laughed and began to forcibly kiss her neck. She kept begging him to stop and before I could think I ran towards him and we tumbled to the ground.

He quickly over powered me and through the corner of my eye I could see the girl huddled in the corner. I really wished she would’ve ran. She could’ve gotten out of here.

He slammed his fists down on my face, I tried to push him off of me but it was no use. After a few more punches I felt my vision going blurry and felt my eyelids close. I woke up to the sound of crying; I groaned and opened my eyes to see her in the corner again. However this time she had a black ring around her eye and her shirt was torn open, revealing her bra.

I pushed myself to my hands and knees, and I began to crawl over to her. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and slowly handed it to her. She looked at me; she grabbed the shirt and put it
on. “T-thank y-you.” She muttered, “A-are you okay?”

I smiled weakly, “Yeah, I’ve had worse…are you okay?”

She shook her head, “He…he rap-“Before she could finish her sentence she broke down again. I rested against the wall besides her and wrapped my arms around her.

“I know…I’m sorry.” I sighed. “What’s your name?”

“Hannah, what’s yours?”

“Mikey.” I answered.

“Mikey…how long have you been down here?” She asked looking up at me.

I took a deep breath, “Only a few days.” I lied, not wanting to freak her anymore than she already was. She nodded and let out a shaky breath.

“We will get out of here right?” Hannah asked and I nodded quickly.

“Yeah…we’ll get out of here.” I stated, and I planned on keeping that promise. No matter what she would get out of here.

I shot up out of bed and screamed; I pulled at my hair. I heard the door open and heard a voice telling me to calm down. It was Frank’s voice; I rocked back and forth and shut my eyes.

“I couldn’t save her Frank,” I murmured, tears running down my face, “I tried…I was just too weak.”

“It’s okay Mikey, it was just a dream; you are okay.” Frank kneeled down next to the bed and looked up at me.

I shook my head, “N-no she was real…and I couldn’t save her. She’s still down there because I couldn’t save her! I couldn’t save her.”

“Mikey look at me,” Frank demanded, I did, “What are you talking about…who couldn’t you save?”

“Hannah…she was with me…i-in the basement. Frank…I’m so sorry.” I began to cry again, Frank sat down next to me but made sure he was not touching me.

Frank’s POV:

I waited until Mikey fell back asleep; it took about an hour and a half. After I was sure that he was asleep I quietly exited the room. In the morning I called Mikey’s brother Gerard. He ran into the building about an hour later looking worried.

“Is something wrong with Mikey?” He asked.

“I’m not quite sure…there is some questions I wanted to ask you before I informed the police.” I stated and led him into a small meeting office.

“The police? What the hell is going on?” Gerard asked getting more anxious.

“Well…Mikey had a nightmare last night. He kept repeating that he didn’t save someone…a girl named Hannah? Do you know of anyone else that was in that basement with him?”

Gerard gasped, “N-no…Mikey has never told me anything. The only things I do know are the simple facts that were in the police report. Mikey won’t talk about what happened down in that basement. He just wants to forget about the whole ordeal.”

“I’m going to have to inform the police…they are going to ask him questions.” I said more to myself than to anyone, “Do you think he can handle that?”

Gerard shook his head, “You’re the psychologist…you know he can’t.”

I nodded, knowing that Mikey could not handle the in depth questioning that the police would put him through. I also knew that I couldn’t keep what Mikey told me a secret, it sounded like Hannah might be dead, but if she hasn’t been found maybe Mikey would be the key.

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