Drip.
He sat there, staring at the floor. There was cuts and bruises all over his body. If someone saw him, they would wonder where he had been. But there was no body left to see.
Drip.
His mind wandered, doing what he had forbidden himself to do. But he was too weak now. He could not stop the thoughts on what could have happened, what he could have had, had they not found him again, and forced him on this stupid mission. The mission that was probably his last.
Drip.
He thought about the girl. What was her name again? It had been so long since she had stood in this very room with the blank walls, and the cold floor. So long since they had asked him questions, questions with answers he did not know. So long since they forced him to look in her eyes, one last time, as the blood flowed from the knife in her heart. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He had to remember. Sabina.
Drip.
And that fiery-headed woman, the last one they brought in when he did not open his mouth. By then, his throat was already horse from the screaming he had been made to do, the tears he had been forced to cry. Jack. This time, the memory came much quicker. He remembered the men laughing and jeering as she took her final breath, with pleading looks at him, begging him to save her from the pain they had inflicted upon her.
Drip.
He stared with some fascination at the liquid falling on the floor. It was red, such a pure red, like the colour his best friend had liked. Tom. The only one in his school who had believed him, the only one he had trusted, the only one who stayed by his side even when all the others had turned away from him. And he had never even said thank you, for keeping his secret that had ruined his life. The only thing he had said was I'm sorry. But by then it was already too late for sorry. They were crafty, those men, taking away all that he had ever loved, leaving him alone in this unjust world with the pain. Oh the pain. But still, somewhere deep in his mind, he told himself that he deserved this, right from the day his life started going downhill. If he couldn't save then, then why should he be saved?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was too late.