one of six

i was one of six boys in that basement. They called us the lost boys on television. The old man thought that was funny. He called me Peter. My name is Kevin. I was one of six boys in the basement. The old Man comes to bring us food once a day. If he insists on calling me Peter then I will call him Hook. Hook brought one of the boys out of the basement. I was one of five boys in the basement. The screaming above us hadn't stopped and Hook hadn't come to bring us food in three days. It was probably the stench that kept him away. I was one in five boys in the smelly basement. The screaming finally stopped. When Hook came back he only carried a sleeping boy who he tossed aside carlessly. The boy didnt move. Hook left. I was one in five boys. The sixth lays dead nearby. His corpse is starting to rot and we fear that if Hook doesn't come back that we will have to resort to eating our lost boy. I was one in six boys. But the numbers are dwindling and I fear that us lost boys will diminish one by one and I am terrified of the day that I am the last lost boy. I know Hook will save me for last. Afterall I am the only one he gave a name. I am his Peter. I am going to die.