I didn't know how to split the chapters into two more without making them too short...

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Who Knew?

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Well, a few days later, the Head found out about Matthew letting their secret out. He was immediately taken and sent down to the floor below the lobby and was put in confinement and sensory deprivation treatment for three weeks. Of course, Matthew knew not to struggle because struggling just made everything all that much more worse. He wasn't sure when we stopped struggling but, he knew for his own well being... what was left of it anyway, he knew to comply. For now.

When you're senses are being deprived, an hour can seem like days. You don't know how long you've been sitting there. You're eyes are blinded, you're arms and legs are bound so tightly that you couldn't move them and then the ear plugs. Matthew sat there for what actually felt like weeks, he knew from last time, three days, felt like a week and a half. He guessed he probably had been sitting there for about three days, no food yet. They would around the fourth day, giving you food and teasing you before they finally left you alone for another four days.

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It oddly seemed longer this time, it couldn't have been any more than two days because they just fed him a few days so, and what if they were messing with his eating schedule? Maybe they knew he had figured it out and now they were messing him? He felt sick, he now wasn't sure what day it even was, and it made him feel like he was going crazy. 'Which is the point' he thought angrily.

And Arthur was supposed to be back soon, to save him. Why wasn't he being saved? Matthew could feel tears coming up, but soaking up as they came in contact with the blind fold. He knew he shouldn't have trusted him. Matthew bit back a sob, he really wanted to die. He had never wanted to die so much through the whole time while he was in the hell hole.

Matthew must have cried himself to sleep because later he was woken to shaking, and someone calling his name. Wait…he had ear plugs in so how… maybe god took pity on him and took him while he slept. He opened his eyes (oh my god, he opened his eyes!) and looked around, a face blurrily coming into his vision. He blinked away the fogginess and looked up to the face of Arthur.

He sat up slowly, looking around, he looked like he was in a normal bed room, Arthur was sitting in a chair beside his bed, like usual. Matthew smiled, "You aren't god, but its close enough." He mumbled groggily. Arthur gave him a puzzled expression.

"I am not god and I am nowhere close." Arthur chuckled then he just smiled. "I told you I'd be back didn't I?" Matthew nodded,

"Yes, thank you, so much."

"Everyone who worked there is in jail and is awaiting trial, I'm sure their sentence wouldn't be the justice we want but it'll have to do."

Matthew smiled, "I've waited 11 years for someone like you to come along and save me. Us, from that hell, I don't think I can thank you enough."

"You can thank me by learning to get back on your feet and be able to back into society on your own; I'll be helping you along the way like getting you all a therapist, a job and teaching you how to live on your own." Matthew grinned and hugged Arthur.

"Thank you so much. I don't know what I did to deserve this." Arthur smiled warmly.

"Everyone deserves it."

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It turned out that Matthew and Arthur only had a small age difference and within six months they were a couple, they moved to New York. Matthew was the happiest he had ever been, within 2 years he had gotten his GED, was proven to excel at Math and Science. He had gotten over most of the emotional trauma from the ward. He was able to interact, he was shy but he worked with it. He got a part time job at Sam's, stalking shelves and the like. He gained the proper amount of weight and was able to live a healthy life. He also graduated college with the help of Arthur and became a Biologist. Matthew was now 25.

One day, Matthew came home from work to find the house feeling strangely empty. Usually Arthur was home by now. He looked in the kitchen and saw a note; he picked it up and read it:

Dear Matthew darling,

I'm sorry to leave on such a short notice but I was called away to Arizona to check out a ward that doesn't seem to be looking too well, like the one you were at. I couldn't resist the offer, the offer to help someone else like you. I love you so much darling, you have my cell phone number but I will call you, you know safety measures. I will miss you so much. See you in a month or so.

Lots of Love,

Arthur Kirkland.

P.s.: I left you some biscuits on the stove.

Matthew put down the note, and looked over at the charred biscuits on the stove and promptly threw them away. That was why he told Arthur not to cook, but it was the thought that counted, right?

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It couldn't have been a week later when Matthew got the call. He had a long night the lab that night and came in rather later, around one am. He went over the answering machine and hit the red button that would play the messages. Messages played some from his childhood friend Francis, and his boyfriend, Gilbert, wishing him a hello, some from people for Arthur who apparently didn't know he was away and then came the one from a number he didn't recognize. He was busy chopping banana slices for his pancake mix when he heard it. It was from Arizona, it was an emergency concerning Arthur and that he should contact them right away. Matthew dropped the knife, picked up the phone and dialed the number.

It rang a few times before someone picked up.

"Hello, this is Shauna speaking, how can I help you?"

"Uh, I'm Matthew Kirkland… I was told to call about my boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland. There was silence over the phone for a moment before the woman explained to him that Arthur had been stabbed in the heart and the throat three times, killing him instantly, one of the patients was not stable. Matthew couldn't help it and broke down over the phone. He arranged for a flight to Arizona and went back to New York to bury his beloved's remains.

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Matthew never dated again after Arthur died. He went back to school and perused a degree in psychology where he counseled people who were victims like he was. Later he decided he was done with that and picked up Arthur's job. Matthew took his work to Canada and lived there for 16 years. One day while inspecting one place in Nova Scotia, he was shot in the chest. The medics tried to remove the bullet without hitting anything vital but during the surgery they hit a main artery but were able to repair it in time. After a few weeks of recovery, Matthew went back to work, but while taking down notes, the repaired artery burst, killing him almost instantly. Matthew was 41. Though when Matthew died, he had a smiled on his face. The few people that were close to Matthew believe it was because the man knew he would get to be with Arthur again.

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Thank for reading guys! Thanks to all who fav'd, review and alerted! If you have an requests on a pairing you want written, feel free to ask! I'm sorry it ended in this chapter, I wanted to make two more but I just couldn't without making it too short. I like at least 1,000 -2,500 words a chapter. Feels like a decent size to me. I feel like I should have written more, did it seem rushed to you?
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