heathens

whyd you come

i don't know how, but josh somehow managed to get the guards to leave me alone for a while so we could talk. he also managed to acquire weed.

"so what happened the night i attacked the guard?" i ask, leaning my head to look at him.

we're laying on my cot, our feet leaning against the wall as he takes hits from his joint.

"you said you heard drums, right?" he asks. i nod. "obviously you got out somehow. you might have been hallucinating."

"why would i be hallucinating?"

he turns to me, smiling sadly. his hand lightly brushes against the scar on my nose.

"it's normal, ty. i promise."

"but the doctor said-"

he shakes his head. "don't listen to the doctor. trust me and i'll keep you safe."

"i do trust you," i say, although i don't know why. i shouldn't trust him. he could be lying about everything. maybe i'm going insane. maybe he doesn't exist.

he smiles. "good. because i'm getting you out of here."