I'm back to updating! So excited! Margarita's! You can totally tell I'm happy to be back:) In case anyone's confused, this is a nightmre Syx has while spending the night at Wayne's. In his POV, of course, of past "events".

I'm scared.

I don't want to do this...

Why is he doing this? He was always so nice to me.

The others are downstairs, it's only us two. He had told me to follow him, to which I'd agreed. We had become close during the time he was here and I most certainly felt comfortable in his company. He was like another Henry to me. My biggest mistake was that I never asked him what he was in prison for...

I looked at him as he dug and snooped through my school bag. Instead of using it for school, I instead collected various items and picked up basically anything I found that could be useful to me in the future, one item being the thin belt that was now tied tightly around my wrists and to the bed post. I continued to glare at his back until he had unluckily found what he was searching for. Some duct tape I had borrowed from the schoolhouse...

He turned his head and smiled at me, to which my anger only grew. What was he planning? Was this just some stupid game? I wanted answers, and now. Little did I know that I would soon find out more than I wanted to know...

He fiddled with the tape for a moment, finally ripping a large piece off as he stood and began to walk to the bed in which I was bound. He held out the tape, holding it between both index fingers and thumbs as he aimed for my mouth. I made an attempt to bite him, almost making my mark, had he not backed away from me. He repositioned his fingers and closed in again. This time, I was close enough to bite him as hard as I could on the finger, and to my disappointment, he succeeded in taping my mouth over, then he growled angrily and slapped me hard, making me fall back and hit my the back of my head against the other bed post. Dazed from the impact, I was unable to push him off of me when I felt his cold hands on my arms. I groaned into the duct tape, my vision doubling slightly.

Suddenly,with a cry of surprise, I was flipped onto my stomach, his hand seizing the back of my neck and pushing my head into the pillow. At first, I though he was going to smother me, then I felt his hands on my hips, going to my ribcage, then back again. I jolted my head back up in surprise and turned to look at him, wide eyed, I'm sure. With a clean smile, he flipped me back over onto my back, my wrists burning as they scraped against the belt. A moment later, my face both got a shade paler and presented a blush. He had removed all of my lower clothing. Instinctively, I curled my legs inward and to my chest. What was he doing?!

He smiled sickly at me, then grabbed my bare ankle with a large hand. He yanked hard on it, making me lay halfway in his lap, my ankle still in his hand behind his back. I could feel my heart in my throat as I looked into his dirty hazel eyes.

Hungry, they said...

He positioned me better in his lap and I finally let out a terrified scream, but my efforts proved useless against the thick tape. I began to hyperventilate, a bad habit I always had when I panicked and wondered what could possibly be next.

Then I felt it.

A terrible feeling ran up my spine and I did something I never thought I'd do in the face of pain.

I screamed.

I screamed as I felt the excruciating pain run from my spine to my neck, and I curled in my toes in an effort to ease myself. Tears of agony spilled down my face as I closed my eyes tight and buried my face into my shoulder, gritting my teeth and whining into my arm. I could feel him looking down at me, and I was disgusted that he would do this. I rush of different feelings flooded through me.

Fear

Pain

Anger

Sadness

Though the intense sting remained, I didn't think it could get much worse than this, So I dared to look up at him before I unwillingly arched my back and screamed through a second wave.

Syx's eyes shot open and he gasped. After a moment, he sat up, putting a hand on his forehead. When would that damn nightmare go away? It was the same one every night. It was of his first...

He looked toward the window and saw a faint blue damn arising, it was early enough that he could still see the stars in the sky, also hearing the prison buses engine running as it honked twice. He sighed and slowly got up, walking to the door tiredly. Before he walked out of the door, he turned to look back at Wayne's sleeping form. His green eyes soft on him and glowing in the newborn morning.

"Thank you, Wayne...", he said before stepping out and closing the door gently behind him. He made his way down the large flight of stairs, careful not to wake anyone. He though back to when they had first been assigned to each other.

"Did you really think that I'd trust you in my house? Please."

He smiled as he stopped in near the front door.

"Thank you for trusting me..."

Iz a dreaded cliffy! Anyhow, thanks for ALL the support I got! I don't think I would have been ale to continue this story without you guys! LOVE YOU!