The Walls Have Ears

Your POV (Chapter 10)

He lay there. Unmoving. I knew he wasn't dead. I also knew his full name, date of birth and much more information about him.

He passed out. I think. He was standing there. Looking around, looking up, he saw me and stared at me for a while, then just fainted.

When he first came in he looked fine. If anything I was the one who nearly had a heart attack. The breakfast had disappeared behind the wall and I was just walking around, inspecting the walls very carefully. Then I heard footsteps, then voices, then the wall opened up.

Terrified for my life, I ran to a corner, where they couldn't see me from (unless they came in) and I sat in silence cursing myself for not thinking of hiding the knife from breakfast just incase.

He sort of stumbled in, like he didn't have control over his feet. And I could tell by the look in his eyes and the bags under them that he had probably undergone a similar first reaction. You know: "get me the hell out of here".

He was quite tall, but as I now know is the same age as me, he had long-ish jet-black hair and soft green eyes. He was very pale, and slightly over weight in such a slight way where he wouldn't look right if his neck was any thinner. He was what my mother would call 'chubby'.

When he first started looking around my heart was leaping out of my chest and back scared that he could be some kind of cannibal or serial killer, or at the very safest a psychopath.

Curled up in my fetal position I was surprised when he looked almost quite relieved to see me.

Me on the other hand being absolutely horrified.

He stared at me for a while, then the screen welcomed him and said something about a change of clothes and time ranges. I wasn't focusing because I was too scared to take my eyes off him.

He started stumbling sideways and back like he was dizzy and I thought: oh god, this is it, they put me in a room with a person with some kind of deadly disease and I'm going to die in here with him.

He then just collapsed on the floor, all his muscles seemed to stop working at the same time, and I could imagine his bones falling a top of each other behind his flesh.

"Thump"  Went his head. Ouch.

Once I was sure he was completely blacked out, the humane part of me was actually concerned if he was okay. I stood up from my corner on shaky knees and tip-toed towards his resting body.

Once I'd gotten close enough to him I used my toe to poke his side. He didn't move. I couldn't help but smirk at my idiocy.

He's just a boy, damn.

I kneeled down and brushed the hair covering his face, he had cuts all over his cheeks and chin, and a scrape on the side of his forehead that had concrete sidewalk written all over it.

His lip was bleeding and his skin was unbelievably dry. I actually wanted to help him.

I looked up at the screens above us.

"Uh...excuse me?"

My voice was scratchy and croaky because I hadn't spoken in what felt like so long, and the shock of hearing my barely audible voice against the deafening silence gave me a bit more confidence.

"Hey! You computer up there, you need to help this guy" I demanded, trying to sound bolder than I was.

A pause, then:

"Mr Gerard Way seems to be severely dehydrated and mildly malnourished."

I wait for her to say something else.

"So what do I do?"

The wall opposite to where my bed was opens up slightly and an identical bed to mine emerges slowly, it's made neatly with a white pillow and white blanket.

I look back at 'Gerard', Sigh, then try to shake him awake.

"C'mon buddy get up," I whisper. He doesn't move. I consider trying to move him myself but he's far too heavy.

Feeling quite annoyed that I can't do anything, I place both my hands on his shoulders and shake him with every ounce of power I have.

"Ow..." He manages to mumble. I shuffle back as his eyes flutter open. He rubs his head where he had hit it and sits up.

There's a soft humming behind the walls as a glass of water and a sandwich emerge in a plate.