I'll never say

It's nice to meet you

A / N
maniacal laughter

Paul sniffled quietly, curled up in the farthest corner he could put himself in. In all the struggle, he hadn't even noticed that his arm was broken. No one else noticed it either because It was never taken care of. He'd stopped trying to escape for fear of making it worse. Silently, he hoped they just killed him. 'Patryck is dead. ' it repeated over and over again in his mind. He didn't want to believe it, especially coming from Pay. They were brothers, right? Why would he do something like that?

"What am I gonna do?" He whined, letting his head fall back against the cold wall. Here he was, trapped in a tiny room, cuffed to the wall, his husband dead, and his son's life in jeopardy.

He flinched when he heard his door open. No one had come to see him in such a long time. It was a boy with poofy cyan in a black sweater under a white overcoat. He had a metal cart with him, but Paul couldn't tell what was on it.

"Hello Paul!" the boy smiled, pushing the cart closer to paul. 

"Please go away, I'm so tired I can't take it anymore," he said, drawing his knees up to try and hide. "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me please." 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He said, stepping away from the cart and towards him. He could see Tyler written on his name tag.

"You're not…?" Paul mumbled, sniffling and trying to stop his tears. When had he even started crying? "Why?"

"Why would I hurt you? You've just been sitting here, crying." Tyler said. Paul looked down, feeling even worse.

"I don't need your stupid pity!" Paul snapped, but immediately flinched back upon seeing Tyler's reaction. While brief, irritation flashed across his face. 

"I'm not pitying you, I just wanted to be nice. Black leader is displeased with your current mental state, and it's all Kai's fault." Tyler said, turning away from Paul. A horrid feeling filled Paul's chest and he desperately tried to fix his stupid mistake.

"Wait!" Paul gasped. "Don't leave, please. I don't want to be alone again. I'm sorry!" He whimpered, hoping that he wouldn't leave. He was weary, yes, but god he was so scared, and so, so lonely. 

"When was the last time someone came in here?" Tyler asked, going to the cart.

"I. Don't. Know! A long, long time ago! I've been stuck in here forever!!" Paul said, hiding his face as his shoulders shook. 

"You've been in here for a week and a half." Tyler moved back in front of Him. He knelt down right in front of paul. Paul wanted to trust him, but the image of Kai doing the same thing freaked him out. Tyler placed a water bottle down on the floor and gently set his hand on Paul's knee.

"Hey, remember? I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just giving you some water." He said slowly, rubbing gentle circles. Paul took a deep breath, bringing up his left hand to clean his face. He was handed a cool water bottle. "There you go!" 

"T-thank you!" he squeaked, fiddling with the cap. A frown crossed his features as he realized he couldn't open the stupid bottle! 'Stupid, weak, worthless, can't even open a water bottle. You don't deserve his niceness.' He gasped softly as the bottle was taken from him. Tyler opened it for him, smiling softly.

"Here you go!" He grinned, handing the bottle back to him. Paul nodded but couldn't stop his tears. The voices wouldn't shut up, and it just made him feel even worse.  "What's wrong?"

"Im stupid and weak, and everything is falling apart."  Paul cried, nearly dropping the water bottle. 

"I don't think you're any of those things."