I know this is like the shortest oneshot ever but I haven't updated in ages and thought why not? k, keep reading!
The raindrops fell from the pasty, white face. They hit the floor hard before splitting into smaller droplets. The pale blue eyes that once were had turned grey and dead. Black bags sat heavily above the cheek bones and the pink, flushed skin that used to be was washed and colourless; certainly not flushed. Thin brightly coloured lips that had been what could be mistaken for painted cream were slightly pursed. Cracks had been carved into the lips and it looked like it hurt to open them.
He smelled like he hadn't showered in weeks. His usual bright colourful t-shirts that he wore all that time ago had been ripped off from his pastel white torso. The skin slightly toned. There were deep cuts and scars all around his body; unforgivable. His black hair was draped across his face. There was pain in his breathing, it was uneven and quick.
I couldn't help but stare at him. He was beautiful. I felt around to try and figure out where I was. A black room with no windows or doors, only a peek hole through which I saw him. I tried to scream but it was a sound proof room. I kept screaming before rushing over to the peek hole. He had heard something because he was shuffling around a bit more. A man suddenly came into the boy's room and shouted, "Which one of you was screaming then. Eh?" neither of us answered "not speaking are you? Well then, I'll just do both of you today how's that?" before I could process what h had just said the black haired boy whispered something I couldn't quite hear. The man laughed and said, "I knew it was you, pathetic. No one is around for miles." I wanted to scream so badly but my throat would let the sound out. The man walked out for a second before coming back with a whip and a cane. I watched as he turned the boy around and started whipping him, drawing blood on the first lash. I couldn't watch anymore.
Phil was dying and I couldn't help him.
