'She's...improving. Her mental health is at 20%.'
'What do we do?'
'...forget about the other one, focus on her. Hose her down for an extra hour today. We'll see how she goes tomorrow.'
I could hear (Y/n) screaming from our cell. It had been going on for weeks now. Two months I've been here, and I've only survived due to (Y/n). I needed her to live now. 'J-Just let me go! What do you want?' She screamed. I could hear her being dragged across the ground from outside before the door opened and she was thrown onto the ground. The door slammed shut and the sound echoed, bouncing off the walls until it faded back into nothing. I scrambled over to her and brushed the (y/h/c) hair from her face. Her eyes were coated in tears, something I had never seen before. 'I-I...want...t-to leave, Chris...' She stammered, those distinct tears beginning to spill down her cheeks as I cradled her like a baby.
'I do too...someone will find us, okay? W-We'll...we'll get out of this...what're you going to do when you get out, (Y/n)?'
'L-Live...w-with you...'
'That's right. And what're we going to do together?'
'G-Go to...t-to Disney Land?'
'You're right, we're going to go to Disney Land...but you have to keep going, okay? Keep going, for me...'
'O-Okay...'
'C'mon then.'
I clutched onto (Y/n).
'Let go of her.' The burly man demanded, but I wouldn't budge. I pressed her head against my chest, comforting her. I needed to protect her. 'I said-'
'Freeze!' Somebody screamed, catching the attention of (Y/n) and I. We watched in pure shock as a swarm of police officers pushed the burly man to the ground and entered our cell, asking us who we were.
'C-Chris and (Y/n) Cerulli.' I answered. The officers helped my to my feet but I didn't let them touch (Y/n). I kept her firmly in my arms, no matter how tired I was. As they let us out of the underground facility with hundreds of other prisoners, I smiled down at (Y/n) who was trembling in my arms. 'We did it, (Y/n)...we did it.'
'Chris!' I turned my head to find my friends bolting towards me, bright smiles on their faces. 'Oh my god what happened? Who is she? What the fuck!' Ricky, my inky black-haired friend exclaimed in the middle of the station.
'This is (Y/n)...'
'That's Chris.' (Y/n) informed them, poking her head out from the tiny ball she was curled into.
'They know who I am. These are my friends, the ones in that band I'm in.' I reminded her.
'Are you guys going home? I still have your spare key and we kept everything neat for you while you were gone.' Our basest, Devin asked. Though he put on a tough act, I could tell he was thanking god that I was alright.
'I think so...(Y/n), would you like to come home?'
'Yes...'
'...she's...really pretty.' Ricky commented as Vinny showed (Y/n) around my house. She was very reluctant to leave my side but my band mates were welcoming enough and she was beginning to feel comfortable.
'Are you hitting on her or trying to make conversation?' I asked, crossing my arms.
'A bit of both. I mean, she's just pretty to me but I'm not going to say anything. She just spent four years in a bloody concentration camp, I'm not gonna start hitting on her now. When she becomes more mentally stable, however, I may think about perusing that kind of relationship with her.'
'Fine. Just keep your hands off her for now.'
'Chris, what's all this Disney Land stuff she keeps talking about?' Vinny popped his head into the room for a moment to ask.
'I promised her I'd take her there...'
'With all that money you two got from the lawsuit you should have more than enough for a trip there.' Ryan intruded, stepping in from the kitchen.
'Yeah, I just...wanna be sure that she's okay first.'
Everyone stared at (Y/n) as she ate her food on the floor, only using her toes to pick up the fork I gave her. 'That's odd.' Ryan commented. I sat beside her, staring up at everyone else who was sitting at my dinner table.
'(Y/n) spent a while with both her arms broken. She's used to using her feet for eating, isn't that right?'
'Yes.'
'What about you, Chris? What'd they do to you in there?' Vinny asked, ignoring the conversation we were just having.
'Chris had his head dunked in water until he was about to die. Before he ran out of oxygen, they'd bring him back up for air. He spend a total of 720 hours, fourteen minutes and thirty nine seconds being dunked.' (Y/n) answered for me like she always did. We sometimes spoke for each other. People would ask me a question and she'd answer as though they asked her. I did the same with her.
'Jesus Christ, how'd you even survive?' Ricky let his eyes widen at her comment.
'Chris and I would frequently-'
'It's okay, (Y/n), you can continue eating. I'll answer this one.' She nodded in response and began to eat with her foot again. Without saying a word, I took the fork from her toes and began feeding her properly. 'We told each other everything, from where we were born to how we want to die. She and I have...I don't know. We're like-'
'-the same person.' (Y/n) finished my sentence for me after swallowing her mouth full of mashed potatoes.
'You've become more me than yourself.' I informed (Y/n).
'That's because I don't know myself anymore, you do.'
