Escape

Warning: Gay and Lesbian Relationships, Blood and Gore

"This is where you'll be living," he says, slowly untangling our fingers to drop my hand.

"This is where I'll be living," I ask my voice drifting off.

"Sorry but yeah," he tells me.

The room is well Landon's room which is weird, but it's strangely not the weirdest thing about the room. It's all black with strange posters on the walls that are white but they have numbers on some and weird symbols on others.

I'm not entirely sure what they are. They remind me of his tattoos. The other weird thing is his curtains are gray. It's the only other color besides the wood floor and brown bedside table.

Giving him a nod of my head, I walk into the room. Maybe it's not so bad. It's not terribly cold in here. He gives me a sympathetic smile and follows me inside the room.

After a quick glance again at it, I sit on the bed with my hands folded in my lap. It's more comfortable than I first thought it was going to be. He sits next to me leaning back on his arms and looks around the room himself.

I wonder what he thinks of the room himself. I mean he decorated it and everything, but does he think I don't like it. It has weird posters and dark walls, but it's a relatively warm room with a nice, soft bed. I don't understand how it's better than with my family, but it's better than living outside.