Can You Believe What They've Done To You?

Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

Laurence awoke to chilling screams, just as he did every morning.

There were no windows, so he could only assume it was morning. He looked over to Kier, who was still sleeping, a small frown painted on his perfect pink lips. He began to stir and whimper quietly before bolting up right, panting and wheezing.

Laurence reached over and gently took Kier's hand in his. Kier jumped slightly at the sudden contact.

"Wh-what? Wh-where am I?" Kier whispered into the darkness and to the mysterious shadow holding his cold, sweaty palm.

"It's me, Laurence. Remember?" Laurence whispered back.

"O-oh. Y-yes. Forgot. Sorry."

"Ti's fine." Laurence smiled, even though he knew Kier couldn't really see.

Kier began subconsciously playing with Laurence's fingers and frowned again.

Suddenly the light of the gas lamp began to shine brightly through the bars. The click of the rusty lock filled the boys' ears followed by the horrific squeak of the bars.

"Alright nutter. Come with me." Edward grunted and shone the light into Laurence's face. Kier gripped tightly onto Laurence's hand; he didn't want to lose his only friend so soon. Edward gripped Laurence tightly by the collar and pulled him out of the cell before locking the cell bars once again.

"L-Laurence?" Kier whimpered, his eyes glazing over with hot, salty tears. He didn't quite understand why he was crying, but seeing his new found friend being pulled away from him, possibly never to be seen again, wasn't really helping.

Edward wrapped bandages around Laurence's eyes to protect them from burning in the light, after all, he had been in complete darkness for over a week now and pushed him down the darkened corridor. A good five minutes later, they stepped out of the large fireplace in the hall and began to walk towards the blood letting wing. Laurence's heart began to race again. What was happening? Where was he going? He couldn't see anything, but the shrieks of terror as the quickly got louder and louder told him he wasn't going anywhere nice. Not that there was anything or anywhere nice in this hell hole. He felt himself being pushed through heavy wooden doors. He heard them banging shut behind him, the clang of the heavy metal lock ringing through the noise. He felt arms and hands grabbing him tightly and push him down roughly onto a cold metal slab.

"Now, W14-C," Someone said, their voice was monotone, yet calming "don't you worry, this won't hurt a bit."

Suddenly, Laurence felt an unbearably sharp pain searing through his wrist, like being cut and stabbed by a thousand tiny razors. He began to scream wildly, he was almost inconsolable. A rag was placed over his mouth, muffling his screams of agony. His breathing began to slow and deepen before he blacked out.

Kier sat alone in the darkness.

It seemed silly, but he missed Laurence. He began to wonder if he would ever see him again. Not that he really saw him anyway; he didn't even know what he looked like for God's sake. But that voice. It stuck in his head like an old sea shanty. So beautiful and soothing. He'd recognise it straight away if he heard it again. Kier swore he could still feel Laurence's soft skin on his own. Why was he having these thoughts about someone he had only known for a few hours? It didn't make sense, but he knew that he had to see Laurence again. He began to cry silently as he ran his hand through his hair. He needed to get out of here. He needed to go home.

And he would. He would make sure he got out of here.

And he would take Laurence with him.

When Laurence awoke, he could feel the cold stone floor again and groaned. Was he back in quarantine again? Suddenly, he heard voices. Familiar voices. He was still blind folded and his ears were ringing, but he knew those voices anywhere.

"Oi, oi, Barrone! Think 'e's wakin' up!"

"It would appear that way, yes, Drew."

Laurence smiled. His best friends, Cyrus Barrone and Drew Woolnough. He was back in his cell. He sat up, placing his hands on his pounding head. He felt a pair of small skinny arms wrap tightly around his waist and a strong hand grip his shoulder. Oh how he missed these two!

"Orite, Lau?!" Drew laughed. "You been out fer a fair while!"

"Aye, I'll be okay." Laurence mused.

But he couldn't take his mind off Kier.

Where was he now?

Was he okay?

Would they ever meet again?

Laurence sighed and held Drew tightly.

How he wished he was holding Kier instead.

AN:

Little introduction to the Timids :)

I'll try and update this daily. Comments and reviews would be useful and appreciated!

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