Dark's Prisoner // phan (au)

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Yes, this is a phanfic just keep reading :/)

The voice of the rain leaking from the ceiling wakes me up. I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness. It's not morning yet, I suppose. I wouldn't be able to sleep with this voice; it isn't annoying though, it would probably make me think much. I get out of my stone bed and walk on the wet, cold stone floor. I stand right behind the big door.
I actually love the fact that the only thing I have between me and my freedom is a door. I love the fact that they put me in here because of some strong reasons but they only put a weak door to keep me in here.
"Guardian!!" I yell. No response. "Guardian!" I yell louder, this time fisting the door as well. I hear his voice coming down the hall. "Gosh...It's 3 in the morning, what do you want?" He opens the little window on the door.
"Sorry for waking you up, guardian. But I probably have a hole in my ceiling and it's bothering me, I can't sleep. Could you somehow help?"
He looks at me with a sleepy face and smiles a bit. "Sometimes I just forget how polite you could be. Why are you even here? What kind of a thing you would've done anyway?.." He picks up his keychain without questioning me and opens the door. Light comes in my dark room from the hallway, I can see the hole in the ceiling now.
"Oh no," he says with a disappointed face, "Isn't it the second time this happened? Maybe third? They better get that part repaired soon 'cause I'm sick of doing it myself." He sighs and picks some kind of a tool up from his little bag. The tool fits into the hole so perfectly.
"How are you so prepared, Mr. Guardian?" I ask with a little giggle. He smiles.
"I don't believe why they say they put you in here." He looks at me suspiciously. "You didn't do anything did you?"
I sit in silence for a bit and sit on my bed.
"I don't know why I'm here, either." I say with such a quiet voice. "I don't remember anything and they're so stubborn about not telling me. Not only what happened, I don't even remember my past life, the life I had out of this cell."
"What is your name?" He suddenly asks sitting next to me on my bed.
"I don't remember, sir." I say.
"Well, you can call me Ethan. I'm 38 and I'm married. What would you want to be called, since you don't really have a name, yet."
I look at my wet floor. "You can call me anything you want, it doesn't matter that much." A name doesn't seem like a big deal. Everybody has names to be remembered by somebody else, I don't want anybody to remember me since I don't remember myself.
"I'll just look at your documents, i'll tell you tomorrow, alright?" He asks.
"That would be amazing, thank you," I respond with a little smile on my face.
"How old are you?"
"I don't think I remember that." I say with kind of a sad face. "I don't even know the year we are in, not that it would matter though."
"Would you like me to get you a calendar?"
I look at him with a confused face. "And how are you going to do that?"
"I'll find a way. Do you want one?"
I smile at Ethan. "Thanks, Ethan. But no, I think it's more comfortable if I don't know how the time passes."
"Well then. Let me know if you want one, I'll find a way to get you one." He smiles back. "I need to go now, it's late. Go back to sleep."
"I think I will stay awake. The dark's not taking prisoners tonight, Guardian."
He leaves with a smile on his face. The sound of the keychain makes my head hurt a bit but I'm used to it by now.

A/N: Hope u liked it, i know its short and stuff, soz :P
02.02.17