A Thin Line (Motionless In White, Escape The Fate, and OC Crossover)

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RICKY POV

I glanced around the holding cell, keeping my knees to my chest. It was dark now, and probably well after eight o' clock; which didn't seem like a big deal, but around here, it must've been. Everybody was in a rush to be done for the night. There were no lights in this wing, only windows. It wasn't the ideal setting for writing, but it was as good as it was going to get. The moon was out tonight; the clouds had cleared away from earlier.

I had seen the surgical instruments and rooms earlier, I didn't have much of a comprehension of most of it though, unfortunately. There were a few rooms past these that sparked my interest. They were locked and bolted closed carefully. I was not one to settle for the unknown; even if I did not know in complete factuality, I conjured up my own theories. I believed that there was a reason for everything.

There was no luxury here; and I had not expected there to be. I was to stay in the ward with the patients in a vacant cell of my own. There was a pillow and a sheet, which already made me more privileged than the others; I couldn't have it. 

The ward was full of whimpers and whispers. I was across from my Christopher and Vinny and beside Josh, who shared the room with no one.

He poked over at the bars of the cell. "Hey, do you want to see my mouse? I kept him in here, he doesn't run away because I feed him. I bring him pieces of my food. Chris says that I'm gonna get sick if I keep him, but I'm not gonna get sick. Here, look."

I was preferably a cat person, but I leaned over as he held his hand out through the bars, cupped with a little brown mouse in his palm.

"Did you give him a name?" I cupped my hands around his.

"Oh no, I didn't give him a name or anything. Chris says I'm gonna get sick."

A stern voice sounded from the end of the ward towards the door. "Go to sleep, Josh."

I recognized Devin's voice. "Ryan, stop it, he's just talking to her."

Ryan carried on. "You know, Nikki got thrown out of here for talking all night."

Josh pathetically stomped. "But I'm not talking all night, I'm talking for a couple minutes!"

"Ryan..." She drew his name out.

"Alright, alright. Just be quiet, would ya? You'll get us in trouble."

"Stop it." He pet at his little mouse gently and pulled it back to him. "It's ok, I think he likes you."

I smiled. "That's good, he's cute."

"I'm gonna keep him." He climbed up onto the rickety cot and turned his back to me.

Chris whispered over. "Ricky..." He scooted over to the front of the cell.

I sat up and made my way towards him as close as I could get. "Yes?"

"I love you." He held the bars tightly in his fists.

"I love you too. You know, I heard that you still sing, is that true?"

He chuckled. "It's a nervous habit, I try not to."

I wanted to hold him so badly. "Oh, but you have a beautiful voice, I remember. I wish you would sing for me sometime."

"I could, if you really want." He reached his arm out through the bars as far as he could, letting his palm lay on the floor.

"Please...I miss it." I did the same, laying my arm out. Our hands were on the same dusty floor, in the same cold, dark room, in the same haunting building, and yet we were still so far away.