Drip. Drip. Drip.
On and on it went. A never ending sound.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
His only friend in solitude. The one thing he could count on.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
How long had he been there? He had no idea. Long enough to forget. And still...
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Never stopping. Some days he wished it would. Sometimes he thought it was the only thing keeping him sane.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He curled himself up in the corner, pulling the tattered, too big denim jacket belonging to his brother closer around his broken body.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Voices from a previous life echoing in his head. Memories of happier times.
"I've gotcha Sammy."
Tender kisses on his skinned knees.
"Everything's gonna be alright."
Soft hands brushing away his tears.
"I'll always look out for you Sammy-boy."
But he hadn't. He couldn't. He was all alone. And all he had now was the consuming darkness, and the soft
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Of his blood, as it fell slowly to the floor.