--= Preston's + POV =--

He should be falling asleep soon, dragging my lower lip around with my upper row of teeth I looked around the cell.

The nether brick glowed the room a murky red, the quartz shined the floor below me, making the room seem polished and ruined.

The ceiling was pitch black, so even if I squinted I couldn't make out any details of the roof that loomed ominously above me.

Heat circled the room like a swirl of red. Scoffing, I glanced the other way to see that Jerome's body and Rob's were no longer there.

Well, they are awake. I guess. Hand finding it's way to the back of my head I scratched my ear for a few seconds before dropping my arm so it swung by my side.

Back pressed against the wall, I shimmeyed my way down the wall until my thighs gently set themself down on the floor.

Why is this so messed up.... I never should have left the Nether. But... It isn't like it's MY fault. I was kicked out.

So why do they want me back? Why do they have me? I know why they have me, because I've grown soft.

If I hadn't have saved Lachlan, if I hadn't have attacked Vikk, none of this would have happened. We would be safe.

I would be safe. And I would be with Rob...... But then Rob wouldn't be safe. Why is everything so difficult.

This isn't fair, but then again, what is fair? Eyes tired of looking at the room for the millionth time, I decided to let my eyes close.

I can't necessarily sleep, since I'm so troubled, but I might as well let my eyelids rest for a bit. So how exactly are we going to do this.

My body is in the Nether, but I'm pretty sure that if I die by someone whose asleep and hold onto him as he dies, we'll be safe.

Now,  I just hope that they remembered to tell Vikk to bring two sharp weapons, because if not, it's going to get very, VERY, brutal for the both of us.

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It's short, but I'm rather proud of it no? ^w^