Silence. That's all I've heard for the past year. Well, except for the screeching of the cuffs on my wrists, and the drips of the water leaking through the crudely made ceiling.
Some people say they want to feel something, or feel something bad over nothing at all, but I'd prefer the blank and numbness. Nothing compares to the heavy brace on my neck. It disabled every bionic I had. Or the fact that I hadn't seen anyone, literally, for a year.
My father had always told me to love my family, and I had believed that. Until what happened a day later.
I woke up, like normal. Nothing to see, no one there. But I heard something. It wasn't water, and it wasn't screeching. It was footsteps.
I started to internally jump for joy. But I stopped. His footsteps came closer, and I thought he was going to release me. But he stopped when he reached the cell before mine. My younger step-brother's.
(Leo's POV)
His entire body was unseen in the dark light. But that doesn't mean I didn't know who it was. I knew exactly who it was. Just a year ago, I was friends with him. But it didn't last long. I could hear him breathing.
"Look at this, Leo," he said, tapping on the bars. His classic 'Leo'. "Exactly as I said. You, and your family, separated. Where's your mom? Oh, that's right. She was arrested, too. Withholding evidence against the government. And Davenport Industries where it deserves to be. In the right hands."
"I guess he just told you to say that," I said, my voice cracking. He laughed. "Can't even speak anymore, can you?"
He laughed again, and banged on the cell lock. "I'll be back." "Let me guess: To rub it in." "Why else would I be here?" he said leaving, laughing wickedly. His footsteps faded out.
Every time he is going to come here, it would just remind me of the truth. That my family was taken away, Davenport and Davenport Industries was ruined, and our whole family: torn apart. All because of me.