Wait - 5

Time had began to pass uncontrollably, yet the battered teen was unaware when day would turn to night. The only way he could try was to count the days he had been trapped in that chilling room. Although that was easier said than done, since between passing out and staring into the darkness time slowed and skipped. The only thing he was certain of was that "He" would come to see him often. Sometimes too often.

Misaki could feel himself getting thing as he continued to evicted any food that he tried to keep in his stomach and he struggled to find an inch of himself that didn't sear in pain ever time he moved. It seemed like every time him belly rejected some of the megalomaniac's home made lunches it would warrant another raged beating and recently they were becoming ever so more violent.

Not only the physical beatings left him scarred, it was the damage to his psyche and every moment that went past broke him even more. The teen found himself loosing things, that at first seemed trivial; such as having friends or if he had any at all. But as the hours had drawn on, the chest of his mind slowly began to empty until the only things left in his memory was his most loved bunny and every moment they had spent in each others company. These were the only thoughts that were currently keeping the lost teen sane. Even his own name had left his vocabulary, his mind feeling it unimportant.

One thing Misaki had found solace in doing was that if he closed his eyes tight enough, he would find himself able to relive the few memories he had held so tightly too. The one he found himself buried in currently was that of there first real date, more specifically his first confession. The two of them, sat there in the Ferris wheel. The sky, dormant blue. The stars twinkling like angels, lighting that memorable night. Both sat at opposite sides of the cart, a look of sadness etched on his lovers face and as they reached the top a blurted "I love you" leaked out of the teens lip and his lovers mouth turned upwards into the most beautiful smile. Then the author reaches his hand out and blinds the teen with a torch.

No wait, the light which was now seeping through his wrinkled eye lids was that of the singular light bulb that precariously hung in the cold cell of a room he was confined to.

"My love? Are you awake?"

The footsteps.

Resounding, echoing off each and ever wall.

His voice.

Piercing, scraping the teen soul.

Even with all the terror he open his eye, for that was one of the things that the teen had engraved in his mind. Obey without question and when he wants your attention? You give it too him.

"Good, your awake. I see your happy again today."

As the blonde haired psychopath drew closer the smile on his face changed from soft and gentle to sinister. When the teen had realised what had caused this he began to nod rapidly. And answer to the mans statement. The smile had returned to its previous tone as he handed the teen some food. This time it consisted of what seemed to be the mans speciality: Roasted pigs snout served with a side of dead rat, topped with a creamy white sauce.

As per usual Misaki forced the food down his throat, trying his best not to taste it. When the man was pleased with how much of it had been eaten (which meant all of it.) he readily violated the teens already abused mouth, pulling at his tongue with his sharp teeth.

After that he left with no further abuse which was strange to the teen. He had found himself preparing for the worse, leaving him relived when nothing came of it. Though what struck him as strange was it seemed the man had something else going on in his mind entirely. All of a sudden a terrifying thought washed over him. What if he had already found someone else?

Just as this had came to him, the man flicked the light off and as he did Misaki squeezed his eyes tight just to avoid looking into that cold darkness. But what he found behind those closed lids wasn't black, there was a glow. A glow meant light.

Confusion swept over the chocolate haired teenager as he remembered hearing the man switch off the light and close the…

No.

He hadn't heard the door close.

Was he still stood there? Watching him? He had never done that before, at least as far as he knew. The teen found him self scared not to know and slowly opened a single eye to check what he was doing.

He wasn't watching him. In fact he wasn't even in the room. The light was seeping in through the open doorway. Thoughts ran through the teens mind, but after what appeared to be a few second, but in reality was more like ten minuets of pure thought battles, on stood champion.

Try to run.

He could do it, all he would have to do was get up, run and get out of the door and he was free. As he recanted this in his head, slowly he began to believe it.

With a deep breath he climbed to his feet and with his legs shaking, he wobbled over to the stairs, catching himself upon the wall, though all most slipping as his foot slid across the cold icy puddle of blood on the floor.

As he climbed up the stairs, he found himself wanting to turn back. Sit back down and wait for his fate to unravel. The only thing that was keeping his foot moving up each step was the hope that by doing so, he would get the chance to see Usagi again.

By the time he had reached the top of the stairs he had stopped arguing with his internal self. Slowly he pushed the door open fully, wincing at the bright light and stumbling into the room.

If there was a chance Misaki's face could have turned paler, now would be the time it would have. Dead ahead of him was a singular white wall smeared with blood and hanging from different rusted nails was a collection of many different faces and other body parts.

The teen turned his head swiftly to the left as his whole body froze in terror and disgust, though he quickly defrosted as something caught his eye. A small white telephone lay abandoned on a small side table and to him it looked like it could be his own angel.

Quickly he shuffled his screaming body towards the phone. As he picked it up, instinctively he called the only number he could remember. When it began to ring, it seemed to ring for at least a decade before they picked up.

"Misaki?"

Tears readily ran down my cheeks from my eyes as that familiar voice chimed. To the teen it had been years since he was able to hear the beautiful voice. The same voice that was able to evoke every single one of my emotions.

"I…. Need… You… Usag…"

Suddenly the phone clattered to the floor and the teen froze.

"Tut, Tut, Tut."