**Mikey POV**

“Please… Please just let me out.” What was meant to be a strong beg came out as a hoarse whisper. My lungs scorched from screaming so much, shriveling up as I crouched against the door in agonizing pain. I cradled my right hand as I tried to fight the urge to swallow. Note to self- punching walls is never the answer.

I feel like I’ve been here for days, yet the rational side of me is telling me it’s probably only been a few hours. Shit, my rational side left me the second I refused to give myself water. One more gulp and I’d be sick- serves me right. Maybe the screams and shouts from the other rooms are right- I need to shut the fuck up.

I stared at the remnants of the bologna sandwich that I’d shoved into the corner of the room after the first bite. I’d gulped down more water, but after that first bite my stomach ejected it into the bacteria-infested bowl they dared call a toilet. They don’t clean these things- I can still smell the rotted ass of the last prisoner who sat on this.

Fifteen minutes of throwing up one bite of moldy bread and a waterfall, I finally removed my head from the bowl. My head pounded as I tried to regulate my breathing.

I moved my head side to side, taking in my surroundings- not that there was much to see. My metal bed sat on one side opposite the door, while both the toilet and sink rested left side adjacent. The sad, cement brick walls are stained with a mirage of dull, lifeless colors. It’s disgusting, really.

Why did I have to open my big, fat mouth? Why couldn’t I just give Gerard the punishment he deserved? It was his fault I was in this mess, he just couldn’t give up the fucking drugs, could he? How the fuck did he get them in here in the first place? I thought they like triple-checked every orifice of your body to make sure that didn’t happen. God knows I dodged a bullet with the ass-check, but surely Gerard didn’t?

But why was everyone just standing there? Surely, they knew it wasn’t me. I did it to protect him. I’m always doing things to protect him. Not once has he had the balls to stand up for me- I’ve always been the second choice for him.

But it’s not his fault, either. It’s the drugs- they take over his mind and body, making every little decision about them- like a clingy girlfriend. It’s the drugs that shove me hard in the opposite direction.

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They’ve forgotten about me, I’m sure of it.

It gets so boring without anybody here- I mean hell, even masturbating gets old when you’re alone for…. Jesus, I don’t even know how long. They don’t have any windows in here, no light source what so ever- and I sleep so much that I can’t keep any track of time what so ever.

Well, I shouldn’t say I’m completely alone- there is this one person in here. He kinda just… appeared one day, out of the blue. He’s really nice; he calms me down when I start to freak out, or miss my brother. He says he can’t remember his name, so I just call him Pete.

But Pete can’t keep me calm forever.

“They’ve forgotten about me!

“No, they haven’t. They’ll come get you- I’m sure of it.” He soothes, rubbing my back lightly.

“But it feels like it’s been weeks! I can’t take this anymore! I’m sick and tired of the same bologna sandwiches that can’t sit in my stomach for ten minutes before they come back up- and assuming they give us three meals a day, I haven’t eaten in at least three days!” I screeched at him, pointing to the corner of uneaten, bug infested meat. My hands were shaking as I fisted one of them into my greasy, sweat covered hair.

“Michael-“

“Don’t Michael me! My name is Mikey! I wanna go home!-

“Michael!” He urged again, louder this time.

“WHAT.” I sobbed, my throat again beginning to burn and cry for water.

“Your nose, it’s…” His voice trailed worryingly as I dragged my shaky fingers to the brim of my nose. I touched something liquid and I brought my hand up closer to my eyes. Blood.

My head swooped towards the floor, the cool concrete feeling heavenly against my skin. My eyes fluttered, desperate to stay open but with no incentive of doing so.

“We need some help in here!”

The door suddenly flung open as a mop of dirty blonde hair scooped me from the floor. I groaned at the loss of cold against my face. I was flung over someone’s shoulder as I took one last look into the disappearing room. The only thing I’d noticed was Pete had disappeared.

Notes

Wow Wow Wow Wow Wow. I- I don't even know what to say...
You guys have waited over a month for this, and I come out with a short and shitty chapter. I'm so sorry.
Vacation went good, and school's started up now so updates will be longer- but not this long. Never again. Fuck.

Still working on new story. Just one more reminder. :

So.... yeah. I still loves you. I hope you still loves me. More than likely I will go back to this chapter and lengthen it, but I always have some difficulty writing in other POV's for this story. Mehhhh I'll be quiet now.

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-Hazel