Grey

27.

Greyson's POV

A month. An entire month is how long I've been here locked inside of a dirty cell with a roommate who smelled like he didn't understand the purpose of soap. I had no right to complain about being here. Not after what I had done. I had officially lost everything, I had no family, no future, and no one. It was what I deserved.

I couldn't get the look of Daniel bleeding all over the white cold marble floors from my mind. I'd had nightmares about it since I turned myelf in at the hospital. Amanda thought that the choice I had made to tell the police it was my fault was a mistake, but I don't regret it. The only person who was to get hurt that night was me, no one else. But because of my recklessness the kindest person who I had ever loved had gotten injured.

The only thing I've been thinking about this entire month was Daniel.

'Daniel...Daniel...Daniel'

I'd give anything to just see his face again. To hear his laugh and see his eyes light up as he talked about the nerdiest things. The way his hair smelled like apples and his soft features. The way his skin felt against mine and the way his eyelashes fluttered while he slept. Now I toss and turn at night praying that he wakes up. I hadn't heard any information about him except that he was in a coma in the hospital the last time Amanda had visited. Daniel was someone that I didn't deserve. Just another name to add to the list of people that I failed. Except his name hurt the most. Daniel had carved himself deep into my heart without even realizing it.

I'd been seeing a psychologist since I've been in here. It was mandatory due tot he nature of my crimes. They had filled her in on the sessions I'd had with my last psychologist Dr. Rowling. Last session, she asked me a question I didn't have the answer to. "Do I regret attempting to kill myself?"

My answer now is; "Yes, definitely".

It took me a month to realize how out of it I was. I'd been forced back on my meds after being here and I find myself able to think a little more clearly. The choice I'd made to end everything was quite frankly, stupid.

I realize now that if I had succeeded I'd never be able to see Daniel again and none of the horrors that took place would've happened. I wonder if he'd ever be able to forgive me? I'd done something completely unforgivable. I mean what kind of sick person shoots someone he loves?

I'm lying in my bunk with no perception of time or even the date and all I can hear is my roommate snoring above me.

Suddenly I hear the clanging of a guards night stick against the cell bars.

"Greyson, you have a visitor."

I was surprised at who could possibly be visiting me. I hadn't had any visitors aside from Amanda since the incident.

The guard leads me down the hallway into the visitation room and stops at the metal door.

"You have thirty minutes. No touching is permitted. Stay on your side of the table." The guard says coldly.

I simply nod, completely focused on wondering who could possibly be visiting me instead of the guard's cold demeanor.

The door opens and my heart lurches in my chest. Tears burn at my eyes as I stare into the face of the one person I've been wanting to see since I was put in here.

"Greyson?"

And then I'm moving across the room and despite the handcuffs I manage to pull Daniel forward against me. His warmth and the way he fits against me is something I have missed for a long time.

My heartbeat increases as I feel his arms wrap slowly move to wrap around me as well and I'm whispering and pleading into his ear the things I've wanted to say to him this past month.