Of course that idiot couldn't just climb down out of the window. He had to jump. I would leave him to die, but you know I'm not that stupid. He's not entirely useless, after all.

But my legs were weak. I touched the ground and I collapsed. Fucking doctors and their science. You don't understand how hard it is to see your friend leave for experimentation and then never fucking come back. You ask yourself where he is and you end up screaming it through your own cell bars. You might think I'm a piece of shit for not going after him, but what the hell would you want me to do about it? There was a prison break. Isn't that good enough? And all for what? So I can see how fucked up Murkoff has made him? He lost his shit. There's no going back from the Engine. You go in, and they throw you away like trash when they're done.

Tears stained my face as I curled up into a ball on the dirt. I was traumatized. Permanently. Eddie was gone… and I'd never see him again. Only that monster that overcame him; the one that destroyed him. I'm pissed as hell. I hate this place, I hate doctors, I hate Murkoff…

And I'm going to fucking tear them all apart.

"What the hell makes you like women so much, Eddie?"

He looked up from his food and blinked at me."I…I'm not sure. It's just… everything about them, really."

"Oh yeah?" I smirked.

He nodded. "It's my perfect life. To have a wife and loving children."

"Hm. How many?"

"As many as I'm granted!"

"Shit, man, that kind of stuff freaks me out. I don't see how you could be so happy about it."

"Why is it frightening to you?"

"I don't know. It's just… responsibility that scares me. That specific kind of responsibility, more so."

"How could you not love children?" He laughed.

"I do like kids… but only when they're quiet and aren't mine."

He laughed more. "You're young, Darling."

"Please, come visit me when we get out of here and then you'll see me have kids."

"You know we'll never leave."

"Exactly."

"You turn everything into a joke. You'll joke about me while I'm on my death bed, I bet."

"Oh, never… Another thing, though… I'm not too into women, either."

"WHAT?" He looked astonished and gasped in a dramatic way when I said it. "You mean you're…"

"No, no… No! I just don't like the thought of having a relationship, at all really."

"That's unheard of. See, now I'm not understanding."

"Shut up." I said through a laugh.

Waylon shook me awake from my visions. "Hey, are you ok? Please don't be dead. You can't be dead. Oh my god."

"I'm not dead, you fucking moron."

He sighed with relief. "Can we get out from here?" He asked, since we had both dropped down into the courtyard.

"No," I replied, "unless you're keen on hopping fences." I stood on my feet, still trembling slightly. I saw Park out of the corner of my eye. He was panting slightly still, only putting weight on his left foot now.

"Hey, did you know that guy back there or something?"

I faced him slowly, only looking at him with my eyes. I exhaled before speaking to him. "Yeah, I did, actually."

"How?"

"When you worked here, did you ever… did you ever come across a guy named Gluskin?"

"It sounds familiar, yeah."

"We were pretty good friends until the breakout."

"Really? You and him?"

"Shut up, you don't even know how sane he was."

Waylon raised an eyebrow at this point. He thought I was bullshitting him.

"You think I'm fucking joking?"

He shook his head violently, "No, no, I just-"

"You don't believe me when I tell you that at some point, that madman in there didn't want to rip you in half and stuff you full with fucking innards?!"

"Hey, hey, listen-!"

"Do you know what it's like to watch someone slowly die? No, you fucking don't! Okay?"

"Alright, I'm sorry… I'm sorry."

I huffed. "Me too. I'm just… how could he become something like that?"

"Crazy houses do that to people."

"…No. It's not Massive. It's the dickheads that run it. And you told me that you were going to shut this hellhole down." I grabbed the technician by the collar of his shirt. "You better live to your word. I won't hesitate to kill you."

"I-I won't let you down, I swear."

"Good."

How many times have I told you how stupid Waylon was? I've lost count. First, he sends an anonymous message to a random journalist, then he gets sent down here for it, trusts a crazy man, possibly broke a rib, impales his foot, and then he almost becomes a woman at the hands of my best friend. And he screams and whines about all of it the whole trip through the asylum. Fuck, man, get some balls before someone cuts them off.

Too harsh? I thought so. I'm sorry. I don't really know what emotions are like much anymore.

I'm trying to remember when me and Eddie were good. Better than good. I'm trying to forget seeing him that way. All beat up and crazy-like. I feel awful leaving him here at Massive, though.

"I'm going to break out, Eddie." I whispered to him.

"Hm?" I heard him shift in his bed. It was late, he sounded groggy.

"I'm going to break out and take you with me. I won't let them hurt you anymore."

"No, when you escape, leave me. I'm ruined, anyways."

"What'd you mean?"

"Come on, don't you see? You know what I've done… and what was done to me. I'm filthy, battered, unworthy to leave."

"That's not you talking, Eddie."

"Oh, Darling… I wish it wasn't."

"Don't talk about yourself like that."

"I don't know how else to speak of myself. I'm not good at anything to praise myself with."

"Well, shit, of course you're good at stuff. You can sew."

"And what about it..?"

"You can sew good, Eddie. Really good!"

He scoffed.

"You'd have time to notice it, too, if the guards didn't take the things you made so quickly."

"You're a liar."

"No, your dresses are gorgeous! And the gloves you made me work like a charm."

"They're cheap."

"They're warm."

Finally he sighed, defeated. "They only let me use a needle up here. I want to go down to a lower floor, so they let me use the machines."

"You only want to go down there for the girls."

"No, no, I'm being entirely honest… well…"

I stifled a laugh. "You pervy fuck."

Previously on: Eddie Gluskin Ruined My Life…

Seriously guys, I've fallen and I can't get up.

But really, I'm hoping this isn't a piece of shit. I know I'm not the only one with this plotline. I know there are other fic writers out there with a similar plot so thank god im not alone.

I don't know I kinda like how you get to see another side to him in this. I don't think the OC is that bad after all… idk.

please R&R its VERY helpful

-Hollow