Just a Bit Broken

Free to go

Phil POV

Blood covered fingers were shredding my skin. My blood covered fingers were shedding my skin. He gave me these pills, you see. I was scared that they would really work and that when I got back to see Dan I wouldn't love him anymore. They were suppose to turn me straight like what I had was an illness.

He, was gay. And once when drunk he had spilled it. he had been talking about why he beat me; he wanted me to get better.

I thought of him almost like the father I never had. The way he wanted me to be better than I was and he'd ever be. Like a good father-son relationship I both feared him and loved him. Dan said it was merrily the beginning signs or Stockholm syndrome. He was probably right.

I gathered myself onto the bed, wincing in pain and feel asleep to escape it all and think of a better place with Dan.

Dan POV

After 2 months I had quite a routine. I woke up in the sheets of the bed and headed down for breakfast; appalling as usual.

A girl died last night. I knew her. She found a way to outsmart the guards. She somehow found a pen knife... I walked by the bloody mess. Was it bad all I could think about was Phil?

I felt my insides dying away. My heart, I could feel the metaphorical rust eating it up and turning it orange.

At breakfast a nurse came up to me and told me I had a follow up after the meal.

After I finished my food, which didn't take long I walked up stairs into the clinic room.

There was the therapist who I'd been seeing. Her hair was gray and her eyes were a greenish blue. She stood in a green sweater and always talked very loudly.

"Nice to see you Daniel," she boomed.

"Nice to see you too," I responded awkwardly.

"So I have some good news."

I closed my eyes and hoped to god it was I could leave.

And that's what it was. I was free to leave tomorrow. To go home to Phil. I whipped out my phone and immediately started texting Phil the time to pick me up.

Phil POV

At message I was free to go. Free to leave. He wanted nothing to do with me.