Hi there ! This is my first white collar fanfiction so i would love any positive or negative feedback !

Also i'm french so it's not so easy for me to write in english but don't worry, i had a beta reader, Great Northern, and you should go read her fanfics by the way !


4 a.m.
Don't tell me you didn't understand

4 a.m.
Your phone rang. The prison's nursery.
Don't tell me you didn't get it.

4:01 a.m.
You get up.
Kiss Elizabeth.
Try not to think about anything…about me.

4:05 a.m.
You take your car.
Don't tell me you still doubted.

4:23 a.m.
The nurse is talking to you, trying to calm you down.
She doesn't get it.
She isn't calming you down.
It's your fault.
I know that's what you're thinking.

4:27 a.m.
The warden is here now.
I know you just want him to shut up.
But he keeps talking.
There were the gangs.
There were the prison guards.
He is trying to explain.
He knows you'll blame him...
For not being able to protect me.

4:29 a.m.
They let you in.
And you would have preferred not.
You're beside my bed now.
Looking at my face.
I used to be cute.
I'm not anymore.
And now you know.
And now you cry.

There is just a pale and thin body in the bed.
Just a pale remembrance of what I used to be.
Just the consequence of 3 weeks of food and sleep deprivation.
3 weeks of beating. Guards and prisoners.

You hadn't thought of it, had you?
I hadn't...
What a smart ** !
Hadn't even realized.
An evasion and one year working for the FBI...
And I thought i could just serve my time.
What a fool!

4:55 a.m.
You've to call El.
And Mozzie.
And June.
And Diana, Jones, Sara...
Who thought I could make so many friends?
Not you!
And now you almost regret i did.
You hate these calls.
You hate being the messenger.
You hate yourself.

6:10 a.m.
They're all there.
They're all waiting for you to do it.
And so you do.
You unplug me.

6:10 a.m.
I'm dead.
Neal Caffrey is dead.


Very short, i know... Tell me what you thought of it !