Asylum»Peterick

6//Life or Death

I was now in the damp, dimly lit cell.

I could hear the gentle sobs of Pete in the cell next to mine.

After 5 minutes of listening to him cry, as well as my cries, I decided to knock on the wall I was leaning on and talk to the person I love.

"Peter?"

He tried to stop crying, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry, this was all my fault." I told him.

"No, it wasn't, I was the one who got a boner and decided to fix it by taking the man I love's virginity away." He replied, crying a little more.

"Well I enjoyed it." I responded, ruffling my hair.

"So did I." He said through the wall.

"I love you, Peter." I told him.

"I love you to, Trick."

"I don't care that i'm in this asylum, as long you are here with me." I said, sniffling.

"I wish we weren't though, I wish we had a house together and we could be sleeping in the same bed right now, I just want to be happy with you." He replied, crying more, I could practically hear the tears stream down Pete's face.

I was about to speak but he added to his statement, "I don't want to talk to you through this damn wall!" He banged his fists against the wall, and it cracked a little bit.

I got a little scared of what Pete did, but he was only mad because not only him, but I was locked up in here.

"Pete, stop, we're going to the gathering room soon." I reasoned with the sad, angry man.

I heard the high heeled foot steps down the concrete hall.

Sister Mary unlocked both of our cells and brought us to the gathering room, where she started talking, "there will be a man visiting you two queers." she walked off soon after.

"I wonder who the guy is." Pete said.

"I wonder when we're gonna get out of here." I replied.

"I wonder how anyone can be as perfect as you." Pete retorted, smiling at me.

"I love you." I whispered.

"Not as much as I love you." he whispered back.

I could tell he wanted to wrap his arms around me, and I wanted to be in his arms.

We sat on the same couch we did when we first met, watching the people of the asylum do what they do everyday; bang their heads on the stone asylum walls where many poor souls are basically kept hostage, and even when they died, they were still here in some way, either as ash in the furnace, or as the left over corpses in the corners of the cell walls. No one ever left, unless they were special, and sadly, Pete and I were not the lucky ones this year.

There was newer people that now lived in the asylum, some may have died from the experiments that took place here, burned in a furnace to make room, even suicides or natural deaths. Being locked up in here automatically gives you a 50/50 chance of living, wether or not you're the one who takes your life.

And I've worked here for 10 years, I never dared to call the police to investigate this place, and now that chance was gone, because I have bought myself a ticket on a roller coaster to hell.

(A/N: short chapter, im going to be working on this fic a little more tonight, i have some ideas, is anyone actually reading? or is it just my friends lmao.

I hope that whoever is reading this is enjoying it, and no i do not have scheduled updates for any of my tics, although it may be needed.

bye now >.<)