The room was much darker than the last one. My mind is being pulled into the dark corners of this room. The walls are closing in on me, with no where to run. Even the nurses, who seem nice, look like they need to be locked up as well. They come in laughing, scaring me from my thoughts. I don't like it here. It's dark and nothing seems safe. In the old place, at least I had an excuse to not look out the window. Here, there are no windows to look out of; here its just wall to grey wall and then bars and it feels like jail.
"You! It's time for some grub!" the big nurse said, when he came to get me. "Don't just sit here! Get up!"
He walked over to where I was and grabbed me by my hair. Pulling as hard as he can, which is very hard, he dragged me to the door. I was weak from lack of food and water. I don't want to eat the food, I just want Gilbert.
Everything was horrible, the food, the people, the patients. The patients were the worst, they pushed me into the wall a few times and then they take my food and dump it. I want to get out of here. Really, it's the most horrible place to ever be in. I want the old room where the nurses came in and had to tip toe around the pillows on the floor. Where the window was always covered and light still came in through the shades. Where people came and visited you even when they don't know who the hell you are.
I wanna go home. That night I cried myself to sleep and a dreamed of Alfred and Arthur and my other friends.
Arthur stared hard at the computer, where words blurred into a big black blob. The sounds around blurred into silence.
A noise broke into Arthur's mind when the front door was opened and slammed shut. Footsteps pounded up the stairs and walked up the closed doors of his study.
"Why did you I give you the key to my place?" he asked.
The door opened to reveal Alfred. "I don't know," he muttered. "I just want someone to talk to about Matthew."
"I bet Ludwig is took the disappearance of his brother hard as well," Arthur said, thinking back to when Gilbert disappeared without a trace.
"I know, but everything is just so," Alfred started, taking a seat in the chair in front of Arthur's desk. "Hard."
"I know, and we'll find Matthew, just give it some time."
Alfred nodded, still thinking about Matthew and his mysterious disappearance.
Arthur was staring at him, thinking about the same thing but in a different context. Could this disappearance be linked to Gilbert's? How?
A/N: Look, a another teeny chapter. Maybe a should post two of them. I do have them typed up and everything. What do you guys think? Oh, and review!