Him

It was pitch black inside, silence so thick it was suffocating. Loneliness my only companion, the bars so strong no matter how hard I hit, it doesn't budge. My hands were torn and my voice was hoarse, from all the hitting and screaming for help. Day by day I slowly go mad, I try to fight it, I really do.

I try to tell myself that I remember who I am, and where I came from but daily that becomes a lie, daily I lose myself. My stomach had long given up on food, my legs had gone out of practice, and my system slowly shutting down. I want to give up, I want to give up so bad but my memory of him is clear, the only thing that keeps my brain working.

His eyes, his lips, his smile and my God his body, so vivid in my head, it's like I can see him, smell him, taste him. Every other thing is a blur, including my name but I can't forget his, and will not forget his. Awake, asleep, I call out to him every day. My words were reduced to only one, Xavier.

I don't remember where I know him from or how we met but all that doesn't matter, he is the only one keeping me from losing my mind so I cling to him with my whole body and soul.