TIME SKIPPPPP: 10 Days later
I woke up and saw Tynon sitting balled up in the corner with the cuffs on his hands that chained him to the wall.
He hasn't spoken or made a sound other than crying since the incident.
It's so lonely when I have no one to talk to. He refuses any eye contact and won't talk to anyone anymore. It's like he's gonna missing and his just a reflection. I wish I could have known what he was like when he WAS happy.
Today he wore a black short sleeved shirt with a red and black striped long sleeved shirt underneath. He had bracelets up his arms and wore a black Benie an a blood red scarf around his neck. He wore his combat boots with the spikes on the bottoms and black skinny jeans.
We were aloud a lot of new privileges when the overlord was in. We were moved into the bigger area because Tynon was apparently like the power house and favorite of the overlord. That's why everyone beat and abused him when he was gone.
He was scars to stand up for himself because he knows he's too powerful and it's an unfair fight.
He's able to control his abilities when he's wearing the stone. Today he wore it on a ring.
"Tynon?" I asked and he looked at me for a second and then quickly looked away. Why do I think I'm attracted to him?
"..." He stayed silent
"I miss your voice..." I said sadly and truthfully. He weakly chuckled in a
-very funny- kind of way and shrunk a little. I walked over to him and he continued to avoid any eye contact.
I only do This because I know it worked before. I gently pulled his face up to face mine. His eyes were closed. I roles my eyes and brought him into a kiss trying to give him a shock factor and look at me. But this time he just stayed still. Like a statue. A dead person. No movement at all. I stopped.
"You didn't open your eyes this time.."
... Nothing.
"Today is the day I get beaten. But this time... its... it's by... you........" he muttered very quietly in deep depression.
It was his voice alright, but it's not what I wanted to hear. Not at all.
We were silent for a few minutes and just sat there in deep thought. it was awkward.
"When do you want to do it?..." I asked trying to break the silence.
"Kill myself? you mean when will I do it? Or when did I want to do it? because if that's the case, as soon as I was born. And still to this day."
He muttered under his breath with no feeling as he said it.
"I- why would you say that? you told me you'd try. Your not gonna try. are you? your gonna give up on me. On yourself. on life. on everything." I said sadly tearing up.
A frown came across his face.
"What life will I miss?" Ty grumbled.
"..."
He nodded.
"Exactly."
"Do you want breakfast?" I asked knowing the answer but trying anyways.
"..." No reply
"Why do I even try?..." I said breathing out sadly.
I watched as I was him lay on his back his stomach caving inwards like a inflated balloon and his bony ribs showing threw his shirt.
"Not hun-*cough* hungry." He lied.
I walked over to him and he still avoided eye contact and looked away. I grabbed his scared and bloody arm and tried to pull him up but as soon as I touched his arm he winced in pain. I let go and his eyes started to tear up.
"Your going to eat whether you like it or not." I snapped when I noticed the bloody blade on the floor to match the cuts on his arms.
"But--" he started but I gripped his upper arm where it was clean of fresh cuts and covered his mouth.
"If I'm coming across as mean, I'm sorry. But your being selfish. To leave me here alone to fight when we can get threw this together is hurtful, shallow and self centered. It's weaker than you've ever physically been." I snapped harshly as he began to come to tears.
"Do you understand me?" I added softly he shook his head and got up. I sat him back down and told him I would bring lunch back knowing he was afraid to leave the room. I understand why now.
I walked threw the hallways and people questioned me about Ty but I ignored them.
"Has tyNOT had any freak outs lately? haha!"
"Yeh, I knew he had issues."
"Fuckin stone! probably has rocks in his head too! hahaha!"
"Hey, Are all faggots like that?"
Then a familiar male walked in front of me and blocked my way. He had a bandage around his hand and up his arm. I pulled out a larger dagger from my back pocket and wove it in front of him.
"Ah, memories... lovely bloody fucking memories." I cooed. He began to back up and ran back into his cell. I took the blade to his wooden door and sketched the words,
'Asshole, man-whore, bully, and thief' in the wood.
"Haha! fuck you." I mumbled under my breath as everyone started to cheer and laugh when they read the words.
