The Walls Have Ears

Gerards POV (Chapter 13)

*Y/N : your name
(If I didn't know it before I looked it up, chances are there is someone else out there who would also need to look it up)

I woke up feeling a million times better than before. I was ready to say it was the best sleep I've had in weeks when I recalled where I was and what had happened.

I glance over to the other end of the room to see her sleeping with her back to me. I feel a little more relieved. I can be alone for a bit.

I sit up and put my back against the wall. The fabric against my back feels different than before...

They changed me?

I didn't even know who I was referring to when I said 'they', but I sure hoped it wasn't baldy one and baldy two that came into this doorless room while not only I, but we were asleep to change me.

I was in a long sleeved white shirt and matching pants. Just like (Y/N) was wearing when I first came in yesterday.

The room was dimmed which only made it seem emptier. I looked up at the screens to see if I could try and understand anything else on there.

All of it was just scientific gibberish to me, except for the Emotion Estimates.

Boy, did I understand those.

My current Emotion Estimate was uneasy. I looked over at Y/N's. She was tense.

Understandable.

After a few minutes of sitting silently on my bed I got incredibly bored and hungry. I got up hoping something else would come out of the walls as seems to happen a lot around here.

My bed slowly disappeared back into the wall through a thin opening. I swore at my idiocy.

Now there's nothing to lay down on. Nice one dumbass.

I looked up and around, knowing no one could see my silent plea for food. I felt like a rat in a cage.

Heh.

I start singing to myself, I've always kind of liked my voice. I have a raspy and low one, excluding the occasional voice crack. I have no fear of performing in front of people either, to me, it is far easier than talking.

My mind wandered off as I paced the room slowly in the faint darkness. I thought about my family. Mikey. My room. English class for some reason.

I missed all of it, never thought I would, but I did. I started tearing up when I realized the large possibility that I would never my home ever again. This was my home now. Y/N was all I had.

I looked over at her. She was bundled up in the white bedsheets facing me now, her bambi eyes wide open and watching me.

Something weird happened inside my stomach and I quickly but very stupidly looked up at my screen to see if I was exposed once again.

Emotion Estimate: Compassionate

Phew.

At least it didn't say horny.

I unconsciously gave her a slight wave and smile. She smiled and waved back, sitting up. After yawing and stretching she got up off her bed, and walked over to the wall on my far right. As her bed disappeared, two benches appeared from the wall she was walking to.

I watched as a table looking ledge emerged, holding two plates and what looked like breakfast. There were two glasses of Orange juice and a white vase with a white flower sitting in the middle.

She started eating, I walked over and sat down across from her, in awe at all this food before me. I was starving.

We dug into our food until she piped up and told me I'd missed dinner last night.

It was the first sentence we'd ever spoke to each other.

Man, did I love the sound of her voice.

I wanted to get to know her, so I tried as hard as I could to start a subtle conversation, and to my surprise, we soon ended up talking and laughing like we'd known each other our whole lives. Like we weren't probably going to die in this bleached box.