It was your first cruel week at Briarcliff Manor, and you felt more insane then ever. Even though you were sane, the staff wasn't convinced. They ejected you from your home without a warning, all over a rumor that your deceivable fiancé started. You were crazy, he said, and they all believed him. It was against your will to resist the guards. No matter how hard you tried, and your effort to escape, Briarcliff was your new home, and you had to accept that.
Midnight struck, and the loneliness crept into your cell. But just after hopelessly trying to fall asleep, you heard a loud bang, and a yell followed. "Hello?" You ask. "It helps if you sleep."
No one replied, but the banging did stop. You gripped your hands on the cold cell gates and peeked one eye through the door to look for that someone or something causing the disturbance. You stood on your toes to get a better look, and you could see the cell straight a cross from you. It was dark, though, but you could see a black silhouette.
"What's your name?" You desperately shout.
And suddenly, in the darkness, a beautiful yet roughed up male face pokes through the bars. His lips were chapped, but they looked so satisfying. He seemed angry, like he was perhaps in denial about something. You don't blame him, though. You heard the flick of a lighter, and inhale the distant smoke that he blew. You let out a slight cough, and he smirked. "I'm an insomniac. I don't sleep."
"You haven't tried." You suggested.
"I," He raised his raspy voice. "Have been here for three, God damn months."
"Oh, I didn't know," You paused. "Would I be prying if I asked why your here?"
He smirked again. "All I remember is her, Alma. Her dark skin," He sobbed. "Something came into my home, they took her."
You wanted so badly to believe him, but it sounded like insanity. "What about you?" He asked. "Why are you in this shit hole?"
"Honestly," You felt a tear glide down your cheek. "I don't know. I haven't the slightest idea-"
"I'm sorry," He interrupted, not meaning to be impolite. "I know what it's like to be accused, judged."
I wanted to see him better, I wanted a full glimpse of him. But for now, all I got was a set of dark brown eyes that held a story, a story yet to be told.
"What's your name?" He asked with a much lighter tone of voice.
"Y/N. What's yours?"
A guard walked by, and I quickly backed up against the wall.
"Kit. Walker." He whispered.
"Hi Kit." I smiled, and I could see a grin of relief appear on his pale face.
After a few glorious moments of connection and staring, Kit lit another cigarette. His mouth looked so irresistible with that cigarette sticking out of it.
"You want one?" He asked, poking the cigarette through the gate.
"No, I'm good."
"Can I ask you something, Y/N?"
"Of course."
"What's his name?"
I flashed Kit a look of pure confusion.
"Your man. A pretty girl like you isn't lonely."
"He's- out of the picture. It's for the best."
"He hurt you?
"No."
Kit nodded. "I hope that's the truth."
Your feet start to hurt from standing.
"I wish I could touch you." He sighed. And You felt a rush of energy jolt though your tired body. I wasn't sure what Kit meant by that, but I wanted to touch him, too.
He sighed once more, and sat down on the rock hard bed. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.
"I can't be there with you, we can't touch each other," You run your pointer finger down your chest and bite your lip. Kit patiently watched, his eyes moved in sync with your finger movement.
"You like that?" You seductively ask.
"Yes." He uttered while taking another puff of smoke.
As you looked him into the eye, you began unbuttoning the dress, revealing your tan shoulders, and your chest. It was freezing in Briarcliff, your body was covered in goosebumps. When you dropped your dress on the cement floor, Kits eyes instantly lit up.
Just as Kit began to lift up his blue shirt, another guard entered the hallway. You quickly covered up with a scratchy blanket, and Kit lay down on his bed. You both waited awhile to talk, until the guard was gone anyways.
"Y/N, you asleep?"
"No. I'm wide awake."
Kit laughed. "Thanks for the show."
You lay down on the bed and gripped the pillow, it was hard not to smile, you could feel your face getting hot.
"Good night, Kit."
"Night, Y/N."
THE END
