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The boys lay on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. The sun was starting to set, meaning that in Lucas' broken mind calender, it was Saturday night. Hopefully. Probably. Maybe it was Sunday? Who knows.
The phone hadn't rung in a while, The Grabber hadn't even come down any more that day. They knew the grown man had a life, he could own a van and a house, meaning he had a job. 'Where?' was also a question, so they could try to time out how far away he would be if they were to escape while he was gone.
Lucas turns to Finney, a small sigh escaping from his mouth.
"We're gonna die"
Finney turns to him.
"What?"
"We're guh-gonna fucking d-die down here. Like all those other b-boys, Bruce, Billy, Robin-"
"Shut up" Finney speaks, cutting Lucas off as he speaks Robin's name
"I'm being hon-honest" Lucas scoffs, turning his head back to the ceiling, "We're gonna die like all th-those other boys. And the l-last f-f-fucking song I ever heard is gonna buh-be Electric Light Orchestra. I'd rather it be Fleetwood Mac"
"Are you seriously worrying about the last song you listened to before you died in your kidnappers basement?" Finney asks with a scoff, raising his voice a bit.
"We have nuh-nothing else to worry about, Finn! I'd rather die now than w-wait around and starve to death" Lucas argues, sitting up as he raises his voice as well
Finney sits up as Lucas stands up, standing next to the mattress.
"You are so stupid! We aren't gonna die down here, Paperboy said he wants to play with us or something!"
"Fucking exactly! He's a full time kidnapper and serial killer, Finney! What the hell?" Lucas shouts, not stuttering once
Finney is taken aback as he stands up, arms at his side as he walks off towards the small hallway leading to the bathroom. Lucas scoffs, looking up at the window, the moonlight and street lamps illuminating the room.
The curly haired boy was covered in dirt and sweat, he felt disgusting. His once white socks were now turning grey due to the concrete they were shoveling earlier and from laying on the ground a few times, the dirt and dust collecting. His jeans were stained, and ripped up as well from Finney falling on him and jumping in and out of that hole, a few from nicking the mattress springs at night. His now not tucked in grey sweater was also completely stained and sweat filled. Both boys probably smelt terrible as well, but they wouldn't know as they weren't aware of their own body odor, being trapped in the same concrete walls twenty-four hours a day masked it for the two.
Lucas hears Finn muttering words in the bathroom, a few kicks to the wall and a few screams of anger. The curly haired boy sighs, walking towards the door, left unlocked by The Grabber. Lucas makes his way down the hall, back into the room he once awoke from, alone and terrified.
God, he knew he sounded like a total asshole and the fight was his fault, but he couldn't take being around Finney every second of the day. It wasn't Finney's fault, whatsoever, but Lucas couldn't manage the presence of another person for to long, he was holding up the best he could but damnit, he couldn't do it anymore.
He wanted to scream, to shout and just harm something or someone. His social battery lasted only so long before the drowsiness, the hunger, the fact he was going to die soon just completely and utterly drained it. He went from one hundred the day before Robin disappeared to negative fifty-eight. He wanted to cry, and sob, and as much as he would never admit it in his life, he wanted a proper goodbye.
He wanted a proper goodbye to Gwen, and Robin, he wanted to leave his life on a slightly happy note before he went out. He wanted to actually admit all the feelings he had towards Finney but he just fucking couldn't. Hell, he at least wanted to rant to his mother about how much of a horrible dick she was and rant for hours upon hours about how he had never been born, but obviously, it was impossible now.
He was going to die with no goodbye, stolen from this world like all those other boys.
'Taken too soon' would be the only thing anyone would say about him. Not how he endured the worst kinds of abuse in his fourteen years of life. Not how he saved and sacrificed his own life, just for a young child from being shot in the fucking face in a small convienience store off of Floyd Street the past spring. Not how he did everything for a town that hated him for no apparent reason until the end.
He did everything for everyone else, he was such a stupid people pleaser that he always forgot about himself. To the damn end he did everything for everyone. He learned the hard way bad things happen to good people. And it was ridiculously stupid.
He sits down on the mattress, knotting his fingers into his messy hair, tears falling from his cheeks. Why was he like this? Why did he have to lash out on his best friend like that? He's the only one who did anything wrong and yet he was acting like the victim.
Lucas scoffs, thinking about his own actions, feeling his stupidity. He flops back down on the mattress, sighing as the room was completely silent. It was weird, Finney would always break any silence between his friends but now he wanted to be quiet. He was scared, of course. Who wouldn't be?
Lucas wanted to go home, grab his violin and come right back for Finney. Anything to entertain the two in the dark basement lined with concrete would work. The two had come to count how many cars they could just barely see passing above on the street, or how many leaves would blow from the trees.
They were slowly going insane and they couldn't even stop it. All alone, in that basement. It was a shock at least one of the two hadn't cracked by now and died from insanity.
