WARNING: Strong Language, Blood, Gay slurs
Mitch's POV
Pain. That's all I felt. I understood that Scott had to do that, though. It was his own mom. He loves her. I would never understand that.
I was back on the wall, just hanging. I couldn't bring myself up because I'm weak. My arms and chest would start burning if I moved. So I just hung.
The amount of blood I lost was a lot, but there was still enough in me to keep me awake. Some of my cuts were still open but nothing came out.
"Knock. Knock. You awake?" I heard the guy say as he came in. "I brought some food for you. Eat before I take."
He dropped the food on the floor and unlocked the chains on my wrists. I fell to the floor and he chuckled.
"Weak. That's what you should be called." He said before leaving, locking the door behind him.
I looked at the food he offered me. It was bread with butter. The bread had some green spots on it and the butter had flies practically living in it. I pushed the tray away.
I sat up weakly and tried my best to stand. I failed miserably so I just decided to stay seated.
You better eat that. I would eat it if I were you.
"Who the hell are you?"
None of your business. Just eat the food so you'll live.
"No thanks. I'll pass."
EAT
That new voice yelled so loud that I covered my ears. I didn't recognize the voice. It was new.
No dip, Sherlock. If you're not gonna eat, I'll just mess with you.
"What're you gonna do? You're just stuck in my head."
I'm more powerful then your angel friend. I can control your body whenever I want to. I can make you do things that no one can do. So I suggest you eat that food.
"People who are afraid say how intimidating they are."
You know what? Just shut up! You're the most annoying and ignorant person I've ever met. You only cause problems so don't go around thinking you can do anything because you can't. You keep making other people feel bad for you to grab attention.
Your parents never liked you. I know where they are. They're alive and healthy. They only faked their death so you come around, looking for them.
Ben only likes you so he can look good. He's using you. If I were him, I would just leave you on the streets to rot.
Your friends hate you. Scott just feels bad because you have no life. You have no real friends. Avi and Kirstie don't talk to you a lot because they think you're weird for being 'mute'. Kevin's just being nice. On the outside, it may seem he looks at like a brother but on the inside, he complains about how he has to be stuck with you. You think Scott likes you? Guess again. He told your angel that he thinks you can't handle being in a relationship because you're weak.
No one likes you. You should just give up. Anyone who sees you ignored you because of the way you look, sound, and act. They think you're a weird, emo f*g. And they're right.
"That's not true. I know it isn't. You're just trying to make me insecure."
I'm just telling the fúcking truth. Why would I ever lie?
"I don't know who you are so I guess you lie a lot, judging the fact that you made a huge one right there."
You're right. I do lie a lot. That doesn't matter, though. I'll still stick with you until the end.
"Hey, you gonna eat or what? You've been staring at it for the past half hour." The guy said. I didn't even notice he came in.
I pushed the tray farther away from me and he just shook his head. He grabbed the tray and walked out the door. He came back after a few seconds to hang me back onto the wall. I didn't fight back. I see I use in it anyway. Punishment would only be worse.
Thirty minutes past and I was about to fall asleep, but the guy came in. Here we go again.
Three Hours Later
"This is fun. It's like a stress reliever. I know you have a ton of stress. I don't know why you don't do this. You should do it to Gabe. He was one of the reasons I targeted you." The guy said. "You know, I was just like you when I was your age. I have bad memory of that because it was millions of years ago. The only part I remember was torturing my first person. And you know what, it was fantastic. I had no limits. I could do whatever I wanted to do. It was amazing. That's why Boss chose me. I tortured at a very young age.
"I still can't believe why you stay with this group. They are older then you. They'll leave you like what my friends did to me. But it is your life so it's your choice."
"Sh-ut u-u-up!" I tried yelling.
"Awe. That's cute. You trying to defend yourself is just like a dog trying to fight his reflection. You just bring yourself down. Anyway, how is it like, being closeted?"
I stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
"Hard I guess. Well, you'll never be able to come out to your precious Ben anytime. You'll be dead before you know it. I know you won't last long. You're a f*g! They're weak. Useless even. Stop trying to act tough. People like you aren't stro-"I cut him off by spitting blood on his face. He was annoying.
"B*tch." He slapped me in the face and left me hanging. Thank god.
