White Walls {A Brallon Fanfic} [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 11

Dallon's POV

Things are looking up here. Mrs.Dutch is getting old and doesn't have the energy to beat us. There are still beatings and reprimands, but nothing compared to the stuff have had previously. Her voice is slowly getting more raspy and she looks absolutely terrible (but when has she ever looked good?). From what I've been told, she has a terrible drug problem that she's had many years before any of us inmates ended up here. We all hope she's dying. It's a terrible thing to think, but we despise her with every fiber of our being and the bitch deserves every misfortune that comes to her.

It's been about a month and a half since Brendon had his first nightmare episode. We thought at first there could have been a message in it. Nothing like that has happened so I think we're in the clear. Let's hope. I don't want anything to happen to either of us. I wouldn't mind me getting hurt, but it's the effect it would have on Brendon. Poor kid. I can't help but feel like this is my fault.

My schizophrenia is so much better now and it makes Brendon so happy to see me improving. The measley portions we get here are slowly starting to improve. Instead of the cold, mushy oatmeal we get once a day, we're getting warm, mushy oatmeal. It's not much but hey, it helps.

Experiments and things are not loosening up though. I think the nurses know that things are getting better for us so they are making sure our lives don't improve. Pete has been really badly beat up on by the gaggle of old hags though. He gets the most experiments. Tyler is getting the majority of the beatings. Patrick is the protector of the group so he's been blaming himself for not being there for those two. Josh is going through something similar. They are close enough to be brothers. Brendon also told off a nurse. He was upset that this had to happen to any of us. He got punishment, but that nurse still has her evil eye on him. We just hope everyone will turn out okay.

~The Next Day~

Brendon's POV

I lost my reason to live anymore. If I had one before, it was destroyed. Unlike we thought, the dream was real. As soon as we feel a false sense of security, the universe makes your life miserable again. Dallon was experimented on. Poor Pete got a break from his torture (thank god.. kind of) but it was transferred to Dallon and I. 

It was early in the morning (3:30) and that nurse I mouthed off from before woke us up rudely. We were shaken violently. She held the whip with the sharp point that lacerated my shoulder two months back. She started screaming at us to keep moving, somehow managing to not wake the others. If we resisted her in any way, she sliced us with the whip. I stumbled and was slashed in almost the exact same spot as before. She kept pressing us on into the experiment room. Where she strapped Dallon down forcefully to the poorly conditioned lab table. He knew it was coming.

As she screamed at him, he gave me a sad gaze. He had tears silently streaking his cheeks. My heart was racing. I looked back at him and ran over to him while the nurse was gathering grostesque-looking tools and desperately tried to set Dallon free from his restraints. He silently stared at my face as I clawed at the thick, dilapidated leather that held him down. His eyes told me that my struggle to set him free was useless. I started bawling and the nurse heard this. She tore me from my frantic grabbing and held me by my throat. She punished me to the wall. I couldn't breathe. She tied me up there and I struggled, reaching and sobbing for Dallon. I knew what was going on now. I knew that this nightmare was real. I didn't want it to be. I wanted to be on our little spot on the floor, asleep, next to Dallon. I wanted it to all end.

The nurse was choking me. I couldn't breathe. I felt the flow of oxygen leave my bloodstream. The only thing I could hear, faintly even though she was right next to me was the nurse screaming at me, "This is for the disrespect you showed me! You think you were going to get away with that?! You also disrespected poor old Mrs.Dutch who is in her bed, DYING! You hear me?! DYING!! So, now you have to watch your little buddy DIE!!!"

I so badly wanted to slap her in the face. I wanted to tell her all of the terrible things she did to me and the other boys over the years. I wanted to save Dallon. I felt my vision getting dim, knowing my face was turning red. I was bleeding profusely (again) and she was stifling the last bit of air I had in me. I gasped, trying to find something, anything, that I could breathe. I heard Dallon screaming for me in the background in my panicked state of mind. I was she she was going to choke me out. I felt like my head was going to explode and pop off my neck entirely. At the last second, she let go and walked over to Dallon.

I gasped for air, feeling returning to my limbs and lungs. My vision was coming back and I could see and hear again. I was able to sob again. I screamed and sobbed for Dallon. I was tied to the wall, where I noticed there were hooks, meant for rope to be held on, to tie things or people to the wall. Dallon returned to his silently letting tears slip down his face as the nurse gathered her tools and prepped to slice him open. She held a meat cleaver , and looked like she was going to slice into poor, innocent Dallon. I looked at it carefully and it wasn't even that clean. It was grimey and covered in the blood of the other boys who had fallen victim to its blade. She looked at it, sharpened it, and I screamed as she lifted her arms up, wielding the knife, and plunged.