Can You Believe What They've Done To You?

Laurence sat alone his tiny, stone cell.

'Quarantined again.' He thought as he felt a drip of filthy water, or perhaps blood, he wasn't too sure, fall onto his inky black, matted hair.

The cell was pitch black. He stared past the rusted metal bars, out into the corridor of darkness. He hadn't seen any form of light in days. Had they forgotten him again?

Laurence let out a sigh. He stared down at his torn white, blood stained shirt and matching knee length shorts as he picked at a loose seam of cotton on his black and white striped stockings. He had lost count of just how long he had been in quarantine, but he knew it was definitely more than a week. The silence was unbearable, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

Suddenly, a blood curdling shriek filled the air and sent a shiver down his spine. He pulled his knees to his chest and slowly rocked back and forth. Why was he even here? He'd done nothing wrong. Perhaps his last visit to the leeching room had caused another inmate to take his bed whilst he was away. He sighed again. He supposed it was better in here than anywhere else; no one could hurt him here. He was completely alone, save for the occasional scurrying rat or spider. But they were his friends, so he didn't mind so much.

A small light began to appear through the darkness, followed by heavy footsteps. Laurence's heart began to race. Was this mysterious person coming to take him back to his cell? To a doctor? Or maybe they were dropping off another misbehaving inmate, perhaps?

The bars swung open with an ear bleeding squeak. Several rats ran past, hiding away in the corners. Laurence picked one up and stroked its dusty brown fur, calming the creature and himself. A face began to emerge from the small light and Laurence recognised it to be that of Edward, Head Doctor Albert's assistant. But there was someone else, someone Laurence didn't recognise. A man with dark brown hair and almost cat like eyes. Like most other people here, he was incredibly skinny. Dressed also in white and striped stockings (the uniform of the asylum). Edward pushed this other man into the cell. "'Ere ya go, nutter. Another looney for yer ta play with." He spat at Laurence before locking the bars and walking away. Laurence watched the light slowly fade away until there was nothing but blackness again.

A while passed and the two sat alone in silence.

"I'm Kier."

Laurence turned to face the other man, Kier, apparently.

Kier frowned and slid down the wall, curled up in the corner.

"I-I'm Laurence..." He whispered back.

"This is my first day here. But I won't be 'ere long. Someone'll come and get me." Kier looked up, a single tear falling silently down his cheek.

Laurence bit his lip; he'd been here for nearly three years. No one was coming to get him. No one ever got out of here. Alive, that is. He felt bad for Kier, but he didn't want to completely crush his spirit, so he said nothing.

"Tis awfully dark in 'ere, Laurence. You been down 'ere long?"

"Aye. 'Bouts a week now."

"Bloody hell..." Kier whispered. "'Ope I'm not stuck 'ere for that long!"

Laurence laughed. "You're in this cell for life now, mate!"

Kier laughed back. A sweet laugh that made Laurence blush.

"How long 'ave you been the mad 'ouse then?"

"Long enough..." Laurence muttered under his breath.

Kier nodded, unsure of what to say next.

They sat in silence once more. It was a comfortable silence.

Laurence turned to ask Kier why he was here, but noticed he was curled up, fast asleep in the damp stone corner. Laurence smiled and drifted off to sleep.

AN:

Had to re upload this because wattpad went funny on me -.-'

Hope you're enjoying this so far! It's my first story so sorry if it's shit. P:

Let me know what you're thinking so far!

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