I stood outside the cell door, torn between going in and running home.
What should I do?
Before I had a chance to speak, a guard came and pushed me in.
Not much choice there then.
I stumbled clumsily into the cell, and spun round to see the door shut behind me. I heard a lock in the door. Not a comforting sound. What if he went crazy? How was I meant to run out?
I turned around. As expected, the place wasn't well looked after. A single bed, with mouldy sheet was all that was in the room. Well, apart from Clive lying on top of it, staring at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing he had ever seen. Which was sort of insulting.
"…Clive?" I whispered. He didn't move. I tip-toed closer, somewhat scared. I stood at the end of the bed, looking at his feet.
He slowly raised his head. He sighed, then slumped back down.
"Hello," He said. His voice was cracked, sad, empty, sore all at once. The one day he had been here he already looked like death. His hair was limp, he no-longer had his boyish grin plastered on his face, and he just didn't seem Clive any more.
"Clive…what…what…why…why did you do it?" I finally managed to strum the words together to make a sentence.
He shrugged.
"Revenge. Justice. Call it what you will." He was looking everywhere. Everywhere but at me.
"Clive. I'll tell you what it was. BLOODY FRICKING CRAZY? ARE YOU OFF YOU'RE MIND?" I had found my voice.
He shrugged again.
"Apparently so,"
I bit my tongue.
"Are you being difficult on purpose?"
He didn't answer, but sat up. I sat next to him.
"Clive…please…you lied to me…is everything a lie?"
"What do you mean?"
"You. Me. Just everything." I said.
"You know that isn't true," He said quickly.
"I don't know what's true and what isn't!" I said, "What-just why? What was going through you're head when you did all this?"
He paused, and then said.
"You,"
I sighed, pulled him to face me. He raised an eyebrow, probably expecting something better than what he was going to get.
I slapped him.
He fell back, a red mark appearing on his cheek.
"When you're ready to talk to me. Tell me what you did, then I'll come. Until then consider us through,"
I left the room, ignoring Clive's sad cry as I stalked out.