From now on until changed, mystery roommate is He.
Just to avoid confusion.
The little boy was sobbing very loudly.
He was hurting, a lot. Little boy had been taken out and put back in the room a couple times now, and He had already pieced together that being taken out meant being hurt, and returning meant seeing the hurt. At least, He was seeing the hurt. Little boy could probably see his hurt whether he was in the room or not as long as there was light.
He wanted to help Little boy, but Little boy was in the light area, and the light liked to surround his head and push hard on it, making his eyes and brain hurt. That's why he was sitting in the dark.
Oh. Little boy had calmed down now. He was sleeping again. He was still sad though, and He could see he was twitching and moaning, caught in a nightmare.
He knew Little boy didn't like the nightmares, but he wasn't sure how to make it stop. He had a feeling though, in the back of his mind. That feeling might know, if he followed it. Right now he was too scared of the light to do that though.
And he was cold. Both in his head and on his skin. He curls into a ball to try and help both, but as usual it did almost nothing.
Maybe inside his head was cold because of the clouds. There were clouds in there, he could feel them. They made everything foggy and fuzzy. Sometimes they made things change colors or hurt his eyes. Like the light.
He didn't like the cloud very much.
He used to not like the dark either though. He couldn't remember why though. Something bad... From back where things are hazy? Like... Like where Little boy is in his mind?
He couldn't be sure.
Clouds were bad.
Light was bad.
People were bad.
But Little boy was good. And he was two of those things.
-.]
Yuu awakes to the sound of the door being opened again. Already, he had grown to hate and fear the noise. It meant pain. It meant those people who wanted information he didn't have. It was one of the worst sounds in the world in Yuu's opinion.
He skoots back against the wall, whimpering in apprehension about the pain he knew was imminent. The large hand of one of the men reaches for him and grabs him by his collar, dragging him out of the cell. He doesn't let go no matter how Yuu struggles, not even when Yuu digs his teeth into the skin of the offending hand.
When they finally come to a stop outside a large concrete room, the man is sure to give payback by chucking Yuu as hard as he can, to the point that Yuu's head slams against the opposite wall. Yuu's still dizzy when he's jerked up from the floor.
"We know you know something, and if you don't spill it we'll kill you."
Yuu sobs out, "I don't! I don't know anything about this! Just leave me alone!"
He's instantly slammed to the floor. Pain shoots through his jaw, and vaguely Yuu wonders if he's broken it.
"Alright, fine," the man say with a smirk. His hand reaches into his pocket and draws out a horse crop. "We'll just have to pull out the info the hard way and then kill you. I see no problem in this, after all, I get to enjoy seeing you scream a while longer."
Yuu cries out and tries to crawl away, but the man grabs him up by his hair.
"Playtime kid!
His screams echo off the walls.
*...*
He hasn't cried like this since he was very small.
Wracking sobs make it hard to breathe as he bawls, senselessly calling out for people who weren't there to save him.
The man's cruel laughter rings in Yuu's ears over his crying.
In the back of his mind, he can feel himself being dragged by and arm out of the room and through the halls, where he's finally shoved back into the cell.
"I hate this! Please! Just let me GO! I can't stand being tortured here! Please! Please! Tsubasa! Ginky, Yoyo, Kenchy! Madoka! Someone! Please get me out!"
He beats the cell's floor hysterically and wraps his arms around himself.
Yuu was all alone. He was going to die here.
The situation was so hopeless, he saw no way out of it.
Maybe his friends would find his body in some alleyway.
Choking on his own harsh breathing, he had no choice but to lay down and try to sleep, ignoring the insistent grumbling of his stomach.
Would they starve him to death? All they'd given him so far was a bad apple, bruised and partially moldy. Hunger had made him eat the whole thing, and he had gotten sick later.
It must have been at least two or three weeks by now.
A shuffling noise pulls him from his thoughts and Yuu tenses. It wasn't the first time he'd heard it. It was too big to be one of the rats that infested this place, and it was somewhere in the darkest side of the room, away from the small window that cast light from the door.
It scared Yuu. He stiffens, just like the last few times he's heard it, and mentally pleads with it not to eat him. This goes on until he finally loses consciousness to sleep.
-.]
Little boy had been very upset when he came in.
He had made a lot of painful noise, and His head was still throbbing.
Moaning silently, He crouches over and presses His head to the cold floor, trying to relieve his headache. Colored dots were flashing in his eyes again.
When he peers up from his postition, he notices Little boy has fallen asleep. That was good. Less noisey. Less upsetting. Maybe he could sleep too.
The door suddenly opens and a person comes in.
Bad person. Loud, and painful. A threat. Male. Bad.
He hoped the person would leave and not bother him or Little boy. Little boy had had too much, and he didn't want his head to hurt worse.
They make noise, appearing to be searching in the darkness.
Oh. That meant it was for him.
A hand shoots out and grabs his shoulder, them drags him into the light. Another hand brushes aside his hair out his eyes. Careless, yet expirenced fingers stretch his eyes open wide and the person shines a light in them.
It hurt. A lot. But at least he wasn't being hit. He didn't like that.
The person makes a noise and puts away the light, then stands and leaves.
He immediately crawls back to the nice darkness where his head would feel better. He didn't care right now that he had been feeling like he needed to go over to Little boy. His head hurt. He was dizzy and nauseous.
The light was bad.
Any last minute guesses? I'll probably reveal it next chapter!
By now you'll probably have figured out that there's something off about cellmate's train of thought. There's reason for that. Just wait.