Don't Let Me Be Gone

One Hundred & Forty Four

I'm disappointed in you all

TRIGGER WARNING : PTSD stuff, panic attacks, aNgsT aNd sAdnEsS

Wylan POV
"What the fuck is going on?" I asked yet again. Draven just continued to growl and claw at the door.

"Draven," I said sternly.

"What?!" He growled, baring his fangs at me.

"That's not going to get us anywhere," I told him. "They locked the door."

"Why did they do this?" Draven growled, glaring daggers at the door.

"Did you not hear them?" I asked sarcastically.

Draven let out a sigh and punched the door. I crossed my arms over my chest. We were an inch apart, at the most. This is an extremely small closet.

"Can't you fucking move over," Draven hissed at me.

"Key. Remember?" I asked, motioning towards the annoying key sticking out of my back. It kept me a good half foot off the wall, minimizing our space.

"Fuck this," He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his claws.

"Wiser words have never been spoken," I huffed, rolling my eyes.

"How long of this?" Draven asked.

"I don't know," I said in exasperation.

"I might quite literally murder those two," Draven joked.

"Agreed," I mumbled.

We fell back into silence. Not wanting to look at Draven, I stared a the wall to my left. I usually don't like when Thomas summons me, but right now I really wish he would. Anything to get me out of this awkward situation.

"Well, I think we both know why they did this," I said.

"Don't start Wylan," He growled.

"Why ignore the elephant in the room?" I asked, feeling tests prick in my eyes. "Why ignore these feelings."

"They don't exist," Draven insisted.

"We're stuck in here," I said, placing my hand on his chest. "Why not see what happens?"

Draven grabbed my hand roughly, making me suck in a breath. He glared dagger at me, his eyes pitch black. No trace of humanity in them.

For a second I was struck in total fear. Those eyes.... Eerily similar to Izzy's.

"Stop," I mumbled, my voice cracking with tears. I yanked my hand out of his grasp, clinching it tightly to my chest.

"Sorry," He murmured, barely more then a whisper.

"Why can't you love me?" I asked, a tear slipping down my cheek.

"Love is not real," Draven said. "And even if it is, I want no part in it."

"Why not?" I mumbled, trying to wipe my tears away but failing.

"It's useless to me and you know that," He growled. "You know I'm not real. That this body you see is not mine. That what you love about me is not real. This isn't my real form."

"I'm not exactly human either ya know," I argued, a little bit of anger flaring up in me.

"You are a trait," He said. "I exist to destroy Thomas's memories he does not need. And then when Corruption grew strong enough, he turned me and other parasites like me into monsters that kill and hurt."