A Droplet Monster

15

After hours of being waken, tied onto bed and with a small tube hanging in his mouth, pinching every now and then a pill into his mouth whenever he moves.. Steve has given up.

He never knew this side of Sebastian, back at school, back at the time the boys studied everything was fine. They were happy, had each other, played games but none of it was anything evil and insane like this... aside Steve himself... his visuals and thoughts, the voices that took everything away from him. Sebastian was never anything like it...

They were just friends.

Steve sighs chokingly because the tube. Staring at the ceiling and waiting. he hears noises. groaning screaming noises of pain from another room next him. He knows it's Seb but he can't go to him. neither he can't shout a word... To Steve it doesn't matter. He doesn't know what has happened to Sebastian those years and even this insanity wouldn't keep him from wanting to make Sebastian happy.

He looks around careful and slowly, moving his head to the left and seeing a small plastic bag with James' body fat resting on the table.

It fears Steve. He doesn't know what Sebastian has planned with it but he knows it's wrong.

The door opens as a shaking Sebastian enters the room. His eyes look weird like he has gotten blind or anything.

Sebastian takes the tape from Steve's mouth and removes the tube.

"Seb." Steve pauses. "What happened to you?" He follows. Closing his eyes, aware of the possibility to get hit or been drugged by pills.

"Shit." Sebastian responds. sitting onto the bed, untying Steve's wrists but keeping his legs locked.

Steve sits up, a dizzy overwelming him. (He's still not okay from the whole beat up thing)

"Seb.." Steve sighs as he sees the guy's arm shake heavily.

Sebastian shakes his head.

"What happened to you?" Steve asks, more like a warning now.

Sebastian shakes his head again. "Addiction." He says shortly.

"What drugs do you use?" Steve asks.

Sebastian won't reply to it. He lets his good arm run through his fakr blonde hair.

"Sebastian." Steve says sternly.

"I can't tell." Sebastian replies. Running a hand onto Steve's shirt that keeps him away from touching his skin.

"When did it start?" Steve asks.

"7 Years ago." Sebastian replies as he's running his fingers to Steve's jawline and strokes it.

Steve grabs Sebastian's hand and pushes it away. "I'm not letting you do anything." He says protective, either for himself or for Sebastian.

Sebastian looks sad.

"Seb, do you understand me?"

Sebastian nods slightly, extreme insecure and terrified for something.