•DESTROYED (Frerard)

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I woke slowly. My head was a blur as the thoughts from yesterday unscrambled them selves, I opened my eyes and pushed my self up into a sitting position. There was a dull ache in the back of my skull which I hoped would go away. I did not want to have to face the psycho if I was getting ill. I would probably end up saying something I'd regret.

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. In the sleeping quarters we were given a bed, a sink and a mirror. Everything was pure white. Even the floor was. Not to mention our clothes which made us look like the clones them selves.

I listened out for the psycho. I wonder if he is awake yet. I pressed my ear to the door. Unsurprisingly he didn't leave the main room to sleep in here. I bet he's in a pissy mood with me this morning, I told my self. I pushed the handle down and the door glided open to reveal him sitting in the chair with his head tilted back and his arms limp beside him.

There was a soft breathing noise escaping from his mouth which was rather peaceful in a way. Not like yesterday.

I stood in the room, taking my time to examine the stranger that was sat in front of me fast asleep. Close up I could see that the roots of his red hair were coming in dark brown. And the ends had faded slightly. His jeans were worn and it didn't look like he had changed them any time recently. They had ware marks on the knees and patches of scuffs and rips. His dark blue jacket had seen some days as well, it had a sticker sewn on with the words dead Pegasus written on inside a symbol with what looked like a horses head. He looked about my age. Maybe slightly older.

He stirred, his eyes opening suddenly and his hands clenching to form fists. He grumbled something that I couldn't make out before shouting in a slurred fashion "what are you doing!" He wiped his eyes with the side of his forefinger and focused his hazy vision on me.

I decided to play it cool, there was no point getting flustered. Even if my insides were tying them selves in knots. "I was seeing if you were okay" I replied trying to hide my nervous vibes.

"By watching me sleep?!" He retorted angrily. His pupils contracted as he leant forward.

I stumbled over my words "well-"

"Listen Kid, don't try and befriend me. I don't do attachments" his stare was menacing as he furrowed his brow angrily.

I didn't know what to say, my words were stuck. He was impossible to deal with, no way in hell I was spending the rest of my days with this psychopath named Gerard.

I walked off, leaving the conversation hanging in the air. I needed to change out of my sleeping stuff. See the thing about this 'prison' it always provided you with what you needed. We got a shower every other day and running water in our rooms. Well I did.. I didn't know if anyone else did. We weren't allowed to go to each other's room. But there was always clean clothes to wear. Even if it was the same thing over and over again.

I walked to the sink, turning on the tap and letting the water run hot until I splashed it over my face and wiped it with a cloth that we were given. I looked up to the mirror. My hair was getting long now. My fringe had curled up into a flick to the right side of my face and the sides were growing increasingly longer. I sighed and walked to where the clean clothes were dispensed. I opened the draw to find a new pair of pants and shirt. I slipped my sleeping top off and dropped it down the shoot that went somewhere anonymous to me. That's what you do with clothes when you had finished wearing them, bin them.

The door behind me flung open and the psycho walked in. I flinched I was half naked standing in front of the complete stranger I had only met yesterday. I grabbed the t shirt and held it against my chest, covering it somewhat. "What are you doing I am changing!?" I screeched at him.