A/N Yes, another weird ambiguous, what the fuck is going on here kinda fic, but that's where I am with my writing style right now, so all you guys, just deal. :) ~sammy
Hell. That one god-forsaken place neither of you ever deserved.
Yet, somehow, you both ended up in there.
Flayed with whips, skinned alive, eyeballs plucked out, fingernails tweezed out, flesh boiled and fried, hair ripped from scalps, hearts torn out, ribs broken with metal bars, bones snapped, pain.
That's all there ever was. All there will ever be. Pain.
You both wake up every night, reliving your own personal tortures.
You both just lie there; sweat streaming down panting chests, never moving.
You both just wait for the other, never wanting to be the weak one.
You both pretend like you never listen for the other's breathing, like their presence is not the only thing that keeps you sane.
It's been so long, you should be over it. Both of you.
But it's hell and you're not over it. Not at all.
So every night, here are demons cackling away, archangels babbling in enochian, brimstone fires dancing away, light so bright and darkness so black you just can't see and then there are screams, and they're your own screams, and oh God, I want to talk to you, I need to talk to you, but I can't because it's Hell and you have your own hell to deal with but I cant stop crying because I'm just so scared and I just need you.
Yet, every morning passes in silence, with quiet offerings of coffee, notes compared, small talk, the thrum of the engine, and blaring music.
Yet, for those moments of peace, hell recedes.
Yet, even with no words spoken, you have an entire conversation.
Yet, hell will not win, because, Pain can go fuck itself, I've got my brother.
A/N And I've got a button somewhere on the screen that lets you review! Type up some gibberish in that conveniently located box, click on the button, and receive a free, new and improved sense of... Satisfaction! :) ~Sammy