//Luke//
For the first five days in the cell I was not allowed to leave it for lunch and I could feel myself wanting to rip my hair out already. After a completely restless night, I'd found out that my cell-mate has nightmares. Very loud nightmares. He was mumbling and muttering and shouting the entire night and when he finally woke up I was actually glad for it.
He didn't speak to me the entire morning, as if he was embarrassed or something, so I stayed on my bunk in fear of getting on the wrong side of him. Then he got to leave for lunch but I was left in the cell by myself, shivering and shaking because I was so scared, afraid, alone and I already missed the simple things like nice food. We didn't get breakfast, and when I got my 'lunch' slid into the room I almost threw up at the sight of the sludge on my plate.
While my criminally insane psychotic room mate was eating his lunch in the lunchroom, I got down from my bunk to look around the minimalistic, daunting cell. The first thing I noticed when I reached the bottom bed, was that my cell-mate had chalk writing all over the black wall by his bunk... lyrics? Who gets off to lyrics?
so we're taking the long way home
my english love affair
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
Before I could read any more, the heavy metal door slid back, the grinding sound of metal on metal making me cringe.
"Were you snooping?" the curly haired boy asked, sounding bored as he sat down on his bunk.
"No," I replied simply, kicking at my food tray.
"You should have eaten, mate," the curly haired boy spoke, sounding almost... concerned? "eat or be eaten." He chuckled to himself at a joke I didn't understand.
"It's- I'm not hungry," I said shakily to the intimidating boy sat in front of me.
"It's because Sam ate the body parts of his victim," my cell-mate chuckled, "that was a sick minded joke, I'm sorry." he laughed to himself again, making me smirk even though he was laughing at the most disgusting thing, his laugh was infectious.
"Wh-why are you in here?" I asked timidly and he stopped laughing, suddenly looking very grave and serious.
"Do you want my name or the answer to that question? If you want to feel a bit less scared, I'd go for the first one, blondie," he growled, suddenly menacing and scary again.
"Name," I squeaked, my throat going dry.
"Ashton."
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Psycho (lashton)✔
أدب الهواةBeing locked up in a tiny cell all alone with only yourself to talk to. To yourself, you're the only sane person in a mental asylum. *** in which luke wrongly gets thrown into a mental asylum and ashton is his cellmate.
