Alex is back at the orphanage, its night time, and he's locked up, asleep.

Alex's POV
In the middle of the night, I'm awakened by a warm feeling.
I wet myself.-'I'm dead.'
I think.

A guard comes to retrieve me, and slaps me across my face, arms, and back a bunch of times. I cry. -I broke a rule again.

He grabbed me by my hair, lifted me off the ground, and punched me.
I felt like I was gonna throw up........or die.

I'm dragged over to a pole that stands in the middle of the room, holding the roof up, and the guard grabbed rope out of nowhere, and tied my arms around the pole.
My hands are tied behind my back, and he tied my ankles together. Then he hit me across the face.

Then the guy returned, and a couple minutes later after I was hit again, a strange looking, tall man enters. He gives me the worst look ever.
My heart stops, chills shoot up my spine, I shake uncontrollably, and cry till I can't cry anymore.
I think I might die.

'Bill lied to me.'
I think.

I looked at the bracelet with Brian's name on it and cried.

"Who are you here for?"
That same guy, who works a the orphanage asks.

"A boy named Alex, or whatever."
The mystery man says sternly.

"Last name?"
The guys says.

"Wesley."
Says the mystery man.

"Is Alex Wesley who your-"

"Yes."
The mystery man says cutting the guard off.

As the man from the orphanage walks down the rows of cages filled with boys older than me, and as they turn the corner, I see this person. I immediately die inside.

My heart practically stops as fear comes over me like a tsunami. If my tears were red colored, my eyes would be a pool of redness-my face, stained red.
It seems my tears never stoped flowing.

I was a wreck.

An orphan no more was I.
Though no matter how hard I tried, it just didn't reverse itself.

I looked into this mans eyes for a second time, and completely blacked out..........

As I am slapped harshly awake, I still tried so hard too convince myself that I was dreaming.
-That he was a figment of my imagination, a dream gone wrong! An illusion, a fantasy, a character made up-not real, that will never be! I tried to convince myself that I was living in a story, that this just wasn't real!

-That I was safely asleep at Keith's house, or curled up on Brian's lap again. With Mick humming to me 'Wild Horses'.

'Oh god, please. Anything but this! PLEASE!?'

'Why me!?'

'Did I do something wrong!?'

'Am I dreaming!?'

I lightly slapped my arms and legs in desperation too wake myself up, but it was real.

My hell had turned into a reality.

My nightmares- I'm living.

The one person, not a person.

'Mick, Ronnie, Charlie, Keith, Bill, Brian!!!!!! Where are you!? Don't let this happen to me! Not again!'
I thought as I cried.

He hit me..........

I try my best too imagine the guys that weren't here at all.

Bill said I was safe!
Bill said I was safe!
Bill said I was safe!

I was frightened.🏴

Sorry for the short chapter, I didn't know what else too put in it. Don't really want a dialogue yet, so...... so, so sorry Alex.