The Walls Have Ears

Your POV (Chapter 14)

My impression of him is that he is quite a sweet guy.

But I sure wish it wasn't.

I'm finding it so hard to think of anything other than him. And it gets in the way of thinking of other important things...like...

How I'm going to get us out of here. Yes. I'm going to be the hero that saves us.

Us?

I hate the fact that I'm starting to think that I might...

Never mind.

My head feels as if it's in bits and pieces scattered around the room. During our conversation at breakfast, Gerard would occasionally step on one and it would shatter and either send me laughing or holding back tears.

I didn't know if it was his presence that made me so vulnerable or the fact I haven't seen daylight in three straight days.

I looked up at my screen,

Anxious.

Explains a lot actually.

I didn't know why but I had this
feeling creeping up behind my head that we weren't alone. It seems pretty obvious because: who is feeding us? And controlling what comes out of the walls? And the lights? However I used to think we were alone. Not anymore.

I feel jittery with excitement of the terrifying type. During my time as a teenager I figured out how to seem calm on the outside even when chaos was breaking out inside, it came in handy a lot more than you would think.

Unfortunately, the down side is that carrying out this act makes you unusually quiet and look extremely 'anti-social' to some people.

I imagined that's how I looked to Gerard. After breakfast I retreated to my corner and picked at the petals on the white flower I took from the vase. I sat thinking to myself for a long time.

Then Gerard walked over and sat uncomfortably close to me.

I looked up at him with no expression on my face. He gave me a smile, exposing his sharp baby teeth.

"Love me nots?" He asked, looking at the naked flower in my hand.

"No, I just needed something to do"

I saw him smile quietly to himself. I thought about what could be going through his mind, then I figured it out: why don't you do me?

I sighed deeply, unconsciously making it seem like I didn't want him around.

He put his arm around me.

I was confused at his gesture, when I looked up at him he gave me an awkward smile and said he thought I looked like I needed a bit of human warmth.

I did.

We sat there in strange silence. I could feel his hand getting clammy on my shoulder, but I didn't say anything. I started to admit to myself that it felt good to have somebody who cared about me comfort me.

I came to a shocking realization that it had been so long since I'd felt someone else's warm presence beside me, and God I didn't want it to stop.

I felt self conscious. I wasn't really touching him back in anyway, maybe he would think I'm just being polite by not pulling away? I didn't want him to think I was disgusted by him or anything. I wasn't. I really wasn't.

So I I rested my head on his shoulder, as I did so I could physically feel the metal gates of my heart creaking open to him.

Great job dumbass, now here's another boy you've given the power to hurt you in any way he pleases.

It's okay.

I think he's let me in too.