Stitches ~ Scömìche

You Watch Me

He was watching Mitch sing, sitting on that white chair that has been pushed into the corner. Mitch, under strict instructions, didn't touch it. He sat there now, watching Mitch preform and Mitch felt strangely comfortable as if this is what he was supposed to be doing for his whole life. When Mitch finished the song He didn't clap instead He nodded his head before standing up and pushing the chair back into the corner. He snatched up the music and out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket He withdrew another one before leaving the room and ultimately leaving Mitch alone.

Mitch breathed a soft sigh of relief and relaxed on the mattress still expecting broken springs to poke into his back, but instead he was sinking into nothing but comfort. Mitch smiled, although he'd rather be free he could live like this. Mitch was being fed every day.

"Can't let my little songbird starve," He had said while delivering a tray of food, which thankfully had more than just crackers.

His room even had a window, although you couldn't see through the glass, but he was now able to track the passage of days.

Mitch laid on the bed, perfectly relaxed and closed his eyes, sinking into the wonderful world of dreams, in this world anything and everything was possible.

~

In the dream Mitch was walking barefooted in a field of flowers. He smiled and breathed in the freshness of it all. Mitch's smile dropped and it was replaced with s sense of longing for the real outside, for the feeling of sun on his skin again.

The dream Mitch started forward swaying slightly to music only he heard. He kept walking in that calm state his pace never quickening even when he exited the field and entered the woods.

Inside the woods you could hear everything, from the soft crunch as Mitch walked to the chirping of birds from the highest branches of the trees, but still Mitch continued on, seeming to ignore any sounds from his surrounding.

Help me! The words shattered any type of calm that was previously there. Bird scattered yelling furiously.

Help me! They screamed again. Mitch continued walking. Every scream for help seeming closer each time.

The source soon came into view. Scott was tied to a pole, bruised and bloodied and screaming himself hoarse for help. Mitch's eyes lingered, but his steps never faltered.

Mitch! Scott's wild eyes turned toward him and his lips formed words of plead. Please Mitch help me! Mitch stopped walking and turned towards the struggling man, surveying him as if he were simply an item.

And to think, Mitch's voice sounded cold and unlike his own. You had forgotten me.

Mitch, Scott had stopped screaming now, Mitch was close, in whispering rang perhaps. Please help me. Mitch shook his head.

I have given you up Scott, just like how you have given me away. We are no longer lovers, wait for yours to come find you. Mitch stepped forward, his eyes now examining Scott's hands. He 'tsked' and tapped Scott's bound left hand. I see you've moved on from me, why should I linger on you?

Mitch please, Scott whimpered. Just help me, then we can go our separate ways, find our own lovers. Mitch slipped the ring off of Scott's finger, holding it up to the sun and looking at it in the light.

I think, Mitch tossed the ring away with a sense of carelessness, it bounced twice before rolling out of view, Scott visibly winced. I'd rather keep you caged. My memory, you're now my memory and as sad as it seems, Mitch ran a finger over Scott's face before turning away. I'd personally rather keep it that way. Mitch took a couple of steps forward before stopping. You were always the nicer one of us, Mitch sighed dramatically, not turning around. Too bad this isn't your choice.

Mitch continued down his path, not looking behind him and continuing with the same easy going pace he had before the encounter.

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Mitch woke up with a cold sweat covering his body and he was breathing hard. Mitch went to the closet grabbing new clothes before stepping into the shower, letting the water wash away everything he wished to forget.