10 Years... (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

Jason's POV

It's dark and I'm wet. Not the kind of wet where you can just dry yourself off with a handy towel. Not the kind of dark where you can just open your eyes and escape your hell. No, the kind of dark where your vision is permanantly damaged, where your emotions are fixed in hell because it's not actually dark, it's all just you. No, the kind of wet when your bones are soaked and you weigh twice as much because the wetness is your darkness.

"Tut, tut," Quincey smirks. "Bad boy isn't eating." He shrugs, then his grin turns wolfish. "I suppose I'll just have to make you." He lunges into my cage and shoves some of the damp, moldy bread into my mouth. He clamps his hand over my mouth so I have no choice but to swallow the meal.

"Pretty boy wants to die, doesn't he? No no, there's no fun it that. Maybe..." His eyes gleam, like he's thinking. "Maybe I'll keep you as my pet forever!" He exclaims gleefully, clapping his hands together.

He laughs, giggles, and plans his - our - future but all I can see is the gleaming silver knife strapped to his belt. I'm so close... so close but I haven't eaten in days... but it's worth it, it's worth it to plunge the blade into my heart and it doesn't matter how much it hurts me or my wounds. I will die.

"...because I love you, Jason. I always have. My God, why couldn't you be my mate? Oh well, maybe I can finally live that dream right now."

Now. I jump out of my corner and grab the blade from Quincey's belt and retreat once again. His eyes expand from the shock, then he comes closer. When he does, I put the blade on top of my heart.

"Now, you don't know what you're doing," he all but screams, panicking.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, uncle," I smirk, happy with the satisfaction that I've bested him, even if it's just once. I take a deep breath, and plunge the blade into my heart.

Authors Note: whoops, for some reason this scene kinda reminded me of Tessa Grey's fake-suicide scene. Except, this time the suicide scene is fake. Sorry not sorry. It's good for the plot, I promise.