It's been so god damned long.

I have no idea when the last time I saw sunlight was; a month or two I'm guessing. I was just strolling down the street, wanting to get home to Felix and...And I got knocked out. Since then, I've been locked up in some scary ass torture room, where three guys come in to cut me and mess with my head, along with daily beatings till I'm knocked out, and the nice lady comes to fix me up, always saying stuff like "I'll get you out soon" or "I'm sorry it was you".

Sometimes the beatings can go from five minutes to four hours; it really depends on how long I'm conscious. They nice lady says I can sometimes be out for days at a time. She's always dressing in a lab coat, short brown hair and grass green eyes. Her glasses always sit low on her nose, making her always push them up. She's a friend, and she's trapped here too. I'm glad I'm not all alone.

I miss him so much.

He said we would record another video when he got home from getting food; said the fangirls would go crazy over our constant flirting and we'd get a good video.

I knew something was wrong when he didn't pick up his phone, or when he was gone for three hours longer then he needed to be. Waiting it out and filing a missing persons, in three days they found his mask on the sidewalk, broken and bloody.

He was declared dead in two more weeks.

I refused to accept it. I went out looking for him myself, though after a month, I couldn't do anything. The possibly hardest thing to me was going to bed every night, and expecting him to be humming something to himself in the kitchen or the living room, but the house was quiet. It still sickens me that some psychopath would kill him. Not even the birds chirped when he went missing.

Now, it's been far too long. I still watch and re-watch his old videos every day, and I always end up crying when they end. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I always listen to his recorded streams or old video's.

There's something about his laugh on his videos that calm me down, but when they end and I'm greeted by the shockingly silent house, I can't help but feel my heart breaking all over again.

As of right now, I'm laying in bed, watching one of his old streams on my laptop. I haven't bothered to get out of bed yet, so I'm wearing my big, black-rimmed glasses. I find myself calmed at the moment, and I feel (for the first time in months) like I'm okay.

But that passes quite too quickly.

I see Cry's computer on the table across from me, his jacket and his mask that the police found placed neatly on top of it. Next to those is the game Cry wanted to play when he got home. Far too quickly, the recorded stream ends and I close my laptop, slipping my headphones off and sitting up in bed, saddened to see the space next to me cold and empty, even though it's been like that for so long.

The largest man swings a punch across my face, sending me halfway across the room. I groan and turn on my side, clenching the bleeding wound that was sliced into my skin by the shorter bald man. I'm kicked in the ribs and a cough up a small bit of blood, moving my hand up to wipe it away. One of the three men in the room lands a kick on my face, splitting my lip and most likely giving me a black eye and bruising my cheekbone.

I clinch my stomach and prepare for another blow to the head, though I hear the clink of a gun instead.

Oh god, no, this can't happen. I have to see Felix just once more, I can't die. Not now, please..

The gun fires three times and I flinch, though I feel no pain. Just warm, thick blood splattering against me and three loud thumps.

"I told ya I'd get you outta here. Name's not important, Nice Lady will do just fine."