Our Perfect Never •||• stony

Part XXVII - Insanity

-=Tony=-
I have been here God knows how long but I already feel like I'm going insane. I have seen insanity.

It's not pretty. It's not something you want to think of. But it's there.

I don't think a day has passed since I've been here.

The entire time I have been thinking of him. I watched him as he slowly died in my arms.

Then I watched as he was ripped from my arms and dragged away.

That was when they knocked me out and brought me here. A dusty, dirty old cell with burdened with darkness.

A man with the spirit and the strength to withstand a war cannot die that easily. I believe that he's fine.

They wouldn't let him die.

I am so worried about him. I have tried to sleep but thoughts of him drift through my mind as a try.

I have been sitting in the corner of this dusty cell for hours. Waiting. Listening. For something. Anything that will confirm what I believe.

Steve is alive.

I know it. I feel it.

Footsteps echo through the halls outside where they hold me, approaching. I stand, not caring that my ruffed up hair isn't in place.

The cell doors beep then they open, and I am blinded for a second.

A second is all they need to throw a body onto my cell floor. My eyes readjust as they slam the door.

The man that had almost bled out in front of my eyes is now coughing and curled up in a heap at my feet again.

"Steve?" I move cautiously to his side, hovering my hands over his shaking body.

Frightened blue eyes pierce up at me, pupils dilated and struggling to focus like a scared cat's.

He shrinks back before wincing, glancing down at his bloody hands.

"Steven..." I put my hands out to let him know that I won't hurt him and you can see his stance relax.

"Tony," His voice is raspy and broken like he has been screaming for hours on end. "I didn't think... I would see you again..."

"I didn't either..." I crawl towards him as he collapses onto the hard floor attempting to pull himself towards me.

I prop his head up with my leg and study him.

"What... What did they do to you..?" I ask, ripping a piece of the white long sleeve shirt they forced me in and using it to wipe his forehead.

The friendly gesture makes him smile weakly, staring at me for a couple of seconds.

He hesitates to answer, but he does, "They ripped my heart out and crushed it in front of my eyes." His facial expression is unreadable but I can tell he is broken.

I realise now that I could have prevented it.

"Steve... I... Knew about him being who he is." I bluntly state and he nods slightly.

"I know. I could tell by your face when you met him." He closes his eyes and his breathing steadies, the cuts on his hands visible against his white jumpsuit.

"I'm sorry."

***

516

Okay, guys, I need to tell you the truth about something. My name isn't Katerina Widston. Now before you go and unfollow me or accuse me of identity theft, my best friend's name is Katerina. She let me use her name to do something I love because she loves me. She knows what is going on in my life and knows how my father doesn't want me to have social media accounts as he thinks it's dangerous for me. So don't say that I stole someone's identity because I didn't. She also edits my stories. Love you Cat!

The real author behind these stories is Antony Charles.

That's my name. Everything on my bio is correct except my name and gender.

And I am sorry for lying to you.

I am also thinking of renaming this book, since the title doesn't have much to do with the story.

The names I could come up with are:

1. Alone

2. For Now

3. You And I

And I think if you guys comment a good name I might choose that one.

Regards,
Antony.