A/N: I'm here with chapter 2! YAY! I did take a little bit from the book Solitary. I'm going to have Donovan's voice talk to Alex in his head every once in a while because I just loved that in the book and I thought it'd be kinda fun to write. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

The day, correction, the world seemed to pass me by rather quickly. I felt like a tiny little snail, so small and slow and insignificant without Donovan. Nothing seemed to matter to me that day, all my emotions were drained out and the few colors around me all faded to gray. I didn't let any tears fall, I didn't yell or scream in anger, I didn't laugh, I barely even spoke. It seemed like everything, even life itself, was pointless. How could I go on? Donovan had protected me, guided me, taught me all I knew about Furnace. By the end of the day, I had lost every last bit of the little hope I still had left in me. I curled up in my bed, slowly letting my eyes fall and deciding that I should just end it all the next day.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" A voice in my head asked me. The voice sounded incredibly familiar. I shrugged it off though. "You idiot, you think you can just give up?" It asked again. This time, I recognized the voice. It was Donovan.

"Go away." I mumbled. I could almost feel the smack on my head as I heard his voice again.

"What makes you think I'm gonna do what you tell me?" It said. I rolled over to my other side in a feeble attempt at making the voice shut up.

"My mind's just playing tricks on me. You're not real. You're dead." I said. The words felt awful to say and I almost burst into tears thinking about Donovan dying, but I managed to keep my eyes dry for the most part.

"Well, thanks for that!" It replied sarcastically.

"Shut up…" My muffled voice came from the pillow I held over my face. I was surprised to find that the voice didn't reply. Silence fell once again as I put my pillow back under my head and slowly drifted off to sleep, my dreams haunted by the memory of my cell mate.

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The next day I was put to work in the kitchen while Zee was on laundry duty. I worked slowly, earning a few dirty looks from the others for my lack of speed but luckily nothing more than that. I decided that if I just stayed quiet and out of everyone's way, I'd be okay and wouldn't have to defend myself. After all, I didn't have Donovan there anymore to step in and stop them. The simple thought of him made me feel so many emotions all at once. Sadness for losing him, guilt for it not being me, anger at the monsters that took him, it was almost too much to bear. I mentally changed the subject and focused on nothing but my work.

It was only when I was in the shower that I realized just how thirsty I was. I didn't eat or drink much the day before and I hadn't eaten more than a couple of nibbles of my slop that morning. I drank down until my thirst was quenched and quickly finished washing myself. Zee and I sat in my cell quietly, just simply sitting on my bed.

"Alex…you haven't said anything at all. I'm really starting to worry, I mean it's not good for your health to-" Zee started.

"Zee, there's nothing to talk about." I told him, trying not to snap. "He's gone and that's the end of it. I don't need to talk to anyone about it, I don't need a therapist and I'm not going to cry about it. It's over now, crying and talking won't help anything so I just want to put it behind us." He stared at me for a moment, as if searching for some sign that I was lying, before nodding. Silence fell upon us again.

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I was in my bed, almost asleep, when it happened. The siren started and the lights drowned us in blood read. I stayed as still as I could, waiting to hear the scream of the weezers, completely prepared, but it never came. Instead, there was just the distant sound of a girl singing. She didn't sound very young, probably somewhere in her teens. There were no girls here though, just those monsters. This must have been one of the warden's new tricks to scare us all, a new way of dragging us to our horrifying deaths. I tried to ignore it, not wanting to get caught out of bed and risking getting taken, but, like during my first blood watch, my curiosity got the better of me and I angled my head to look out of the bars. The singing got closer and closer until I could hear the actual lyrics.

"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head. Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed." It sang. Finally, I saw a figure beyond my bars. It was most definitely a female; the curves of her body obvious. She was dressed in a sleeping gown with a bag strapped to her side. She looked roughly the same age and height as Donovan, just a little bit older and taller than me. Her hair was short and looked suspiciously like Donovan's, but I ignored that. She was walking very slowly, but I still noticed when she came to a full stop right outside my door and her singing stopped. She slowly turned her head to face me. To my surprise, her face wasn't mangled or sown up. She had a couple stitches visible here and there but that was almost it. The only real noticeable thing on her face was the piece of cloth wrapped around her eyes, or at least where her eyes should be. I shuddered to think that maybe they had been taken out. The stains of blood on the cloth were visible, even through the redness of the light all around me. She stared at me for a moment and I froze, unable to even close my eyes. After a few moments, she began walking again, her song starting up once more.

"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head…" I tried my best to drown it out and go to sleep, but I couldn't. I saw her stop at the cell opposite to mine. She didn't stop singing this time though. The door to the cell opened and she stepped in, slowly approaching the figure on the bed. I expected some black suits to come darting up the steps and take the kid away, but to my surprise, they didn't. Instead, I saw the girl pull a knife out of her bag. She stepped over to the edge of the bed and began stroking the shaking boys head, singing softly to him and leaning in closely. She brought the knife up to the boy's throat and without hesitation slid it across, a bit of blood trickling down from the wound. There was no more movement or sound from the boy, he was obviously dead. The girl walked out of the cell and the doors closed behind her. She continued to sing as she made her way back to my cell.

'Oh god' I thought, 'she's coming for me, she saw me watching and now she's coming for me.' I watched in fear as the door to my cell opened and she slowly stepped over to me, stroking my head and singing to me. Finally, the singing stopped. She held her free hand up to her lips as if to quiet me. She leaned her face right up to my ear and whispered to me.

"I remember you." She whispered. She pulled back and gave a little giggle, holding her finger up again. "Shhhh, don't tell anyone, it's a secret." Another few giggles. She stepped out of my cell, the doors closing behind her. I let out a long breath I didn't even realize I had been holding in. I managed to catch my breath, the fear and adrenaline replaced with complete confusion and curiosity.

'What'd she mean?' I thought. I pondered this girl, wondering who in the world she could be. The one thing I did know, however, was that she was very, very familiar.

A/N: If you don't see what's going on now, I'm sorry but…you're an idiot. LOL! So, there's chapter two! What'd you think? Did you like it? Please review and tell me what you think. Until next time, readers!

~Storytime-Nightwish