Don't let him go.

You can't take him away from me.

He's my friend!

That's my best friend!

Damn it!

Peter understood now why there were only twenty mattresses. Because only twenty students would be sleeping that night. Hours had passed, and Ned hadn't returned. Night fell, students claimed their beds and went to sleep, but Ned didn't return.

Ned wasn't coming back.

Wish me luck!

If Peter will die, what about the others? Peter wasn't yet aware that he would die, but as the night droned on and sleep never came to him, he was forced to come to terms with a horrible truth. It's not that Peter will die.

It's that Ned will die. Ned is already dead.

Laying on the mattress beside him was MJ, fast asleep. She wasn't worried about Ned. She didn't think anyways was wrong. Peter did. Peter knew something was wrong.

He heard someone walking around. They sounded like they were far across the room from him, pacing around a corner all by themselves. Peter didn't move. For some reason he was afraid.

He heard someone else get out of bed and join the mysterious walker. Peter tried to go to sleep but of course, the two began talking. They were only whispers, but Peter could hear.

"How long have you been up?" Asked one, so quiet it was barely audible.

"I haven't slept." Said the other who'd been pacing. Peter recognized his voice to belong to the boy who'd mentioned how suspicious this place was. He knew something was wrong, as did Peter.

"Is it because the mats are so stiff or because of that weird feeling you've been having?" The other asked. They were both boys, though Peter couldn't see who the other was in the low light.

"It's not right. This place is..."

"You're being ridiculous. I don't mean to say you're wrong but..."

"Terrance, I'm being serious!" Peter listened, his body feeling anxious. "There's something weird going on. That boy who left, the junior... why isn't he back yet?"

"I don't know."

"This place is... off... I... that kid," he lowered his voice and Peter couldn't hear what he had said.

"Or, he came back and you just didn't notice."

"I'm not the blind one here." The boy scoffed.

"I may be blind but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing more clearly than you." He lowered his voice. "Iisan, you're worrying me."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"But I do. I love you, Iisan. You're not sleeping, you've been pacing around this corner all night, and you've been anxious all day today. I'm just... I'm worried you're gonna hurt yourself." The pacing stopped. They both fell silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry. You're right." Iisan murmured. "Let's just... go back to bed..."

Peter continued to lie awake well after the two boys returned to their mats.

A/N I've gotten distracted. It is January 24th, 8:56pm, and my mom handed me a new book for my birthday which was four days ago.

Normally I would have continued writing afterwards but nah. Look at it.

Clearly, this isn't just any book. This is "The Croaking", aka one of the best webtoons ever so don't mind me and my ADHD ass abandoning writing this. We'll see when I come back later muahahahahahahahahah

Gay bird boys go brrrrrr

-Peter

Peter continued to lie awake well after the two boys returned to their mats. But the author of this book is also lying awake cause he's been sick for a week and his fuckin nose is plugged and he can't breathe and it really really sucks. He is also really hot right now. Not hot as in attractive, because the author is an ugly son of a bitch, but hot as in he's wearing a hoodie, laying under two very very thick blankets, depriving his body of cool air and oxygen, because he has a fever and thinks he is cold while his body is very obviously overheating. It's night, and he should be sleeping, but the sweat and temperature is keeping him awake, as well as the fact that his nostrils will not let him fucking breathe. It is Monday. He has school tomorrow because the author, Peter, is only 17 years old and basically sucks at everything. Even if he wasn't sick, he'd still be awake because this ugly fucker is an insomniac.  He is also talking about himself in a wattpad fanfiction in third person, and god damn it I better remember to delete this before I post this chapter. My feet are cold.

Peter continued to lie awake well after the two boys returned to their mats.  Why can't I think of a way to follow up this god damn sentence? Stupid writers block imma smite you with a barrel full of dynamite and bricks.

Peter continued to lie awake well after the two boys returned to their mats. He could hear the students around him even though they slept. That makes Peter sound like a pervert.

Peter continued to lie awake well after the two boys returned to their mats. The silence of the room was loud. The soft humble sounds of students quietly sleeping peacefully filled the air. The murmurs between friends had died out ages ago. Now all he heard was the quiet eclipses of night, and the faint gentle snores coming from a couple students.

"Iisan." A few minutes had passed by now and Terrance was already whispering to the boy in the mat beside him. "Go to sleep."

"I would if you would shut up."

"You're fidgeting. I can hear it."

"I have restless leg syndrome."

"You liar." Terrance sat up. "Seriously, what's the matter?"

"I already told you but you don't want to believe me. So obviously it doesn't matter." Iisan snapped.

"It does matter! It's keeping you awake which is making me stay awake worrying about you! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. Stop lying to me." Peter noticed the boy scoot his body over to Iisan's mattress and sit beside him. He felt like a creep, listening to their conversation. But he had a feeling that Iisan would be helpful to him in whatever was going on. "Tell me."

"That boy knew. Before he left." Iisan said. "I could hear it in his voice. You heard what he said, it was weird. 'Wish me luck'?"

"... Do you honestly think he's dead?"

"Quiet! We might not be the only ones awake." Iisan got even quieter. Peter felt as though the boys eyes were staring directly at him.

"Sorry." Terrance sighed. "Ok but... if let's say... all your weird suspicious do happen to be true, what do you think the odds of this kid's survival are?"

"Braunt took one look at us and picked the weakest. Just judging appearance. Who knows if he knew you and I are... you know." Iisan was so quiet now, Peter was straining himself just to hear.

"What if that kid is too?"

"Then Dr. Braunt doesn't know. Because if that kid was one like us... or let's say everyone here was... you would have been picked first." Iisan stated.

"Oh really? I'm pretty sure I still hold the SR in wrestling." Terrance said confidently.

"But you're blind. I bet... you'll be next." Iisan's voice trembled. "And... if the kid doesn't come back in the morning, we're running away. You hear me? I'm getting you out of here, I can't let them take you from me."

Careful Iisan you look a lil too gay there- Terry boy got a girlfriend

Or does he 👀

Peter felt his heart wrench.  Iisan was right. He knew it.  His feeling may be far fetched but it answered everything.

Suddenly Peter's head started jumping to conclusions, trying to make up a possible answer to all this.

Wish me luck!

With what?! With what Ned?! Peter thought. He refused to believe that his best friend, his guy in the chair, was in terrible danger right now. He truly was. He was somewhere, possibly dying or already dead, and Peter had the ability to save him yet all he could do was lay there, staring at the dark void of the ceiling from his mattress as if frozen in place. Frozen in time.

Sweat trickled down his calves and neck. He found it hard to breathe. His heart was racing, his eyes were watering. He was afraid. Truly, Peter was terrified. He wasn't scared for his own life, however.

He was scared that Ned would die.

The world around hind was a confusing place now. Anything that happened before Dr. Braunt no longer mattered. Because there would only be one truth from now on. A horrible, frightening truth.

"Dr. Braunt is going to kill us all." Iisan whispered to Terrance, holding the boy in his arms as if afraid he would disappear just as Ned had. He was afraid he'd lose Terrance, so of course he'd hold him. At least now they could save each other.

But Peter would never save Ned.

And everyone was going to die.

A/N Hehe y'all confused? Good. Suffer.

-Peter