Part 26-Louis

Louis P.O.V I've lost track of time. My head is spinning so fast that my body can't take it. I feel lost, so lost that words can't describe it. But I do remember her. The way she looked at me. The way she survived beatings and torture. The way she would talk, so soothing and relaxing. And the way she loved me no matter what I did. Hell, I could be a serial killer and she wouldn't think any less of me. I need to get back to her. I need her. She's like my oxygen, the one thing that's keeping me alive. Yet...I don't even know if she's made it. I want to go back to the good days. The days we'd be happy. She didn't have the eyepatch and all the scars she does now. She didn't have to worry, either did I. Now I'm fighting for my life only because some bastard did this to me. This name...is Aasim. He was a good person, at least that's what I think. He was until jealousy overcame him. He craved Clementine. He needed Clementine. But he couldn't have her. So he decided to get rid of me. And that's why I'm here right now.   I'm stuck on the floor, chained to a pole in my cell. Sweat dripped delicately down my forehead. My palms became clammy and my eyes have several bags under them.   They haven't fed me in weeks. My stomach makes growling noises as it's malnourished. I mean, let's look on the bright side, I don't have it any near as bad as Clementine did.  Ah, poor Clementine. She must miss me, right? At least that's what I shall assume.   Hell, I'm assuming she's still alive. Lord, if she is you better believe I'm gonna run as fast as my chunky legs can take me. When I get out of here I'll propose to her. I'll make her happy. She'll be mine and mine only, right?  I'm assuming a lot of things whilst I'm thinking this. I'm not even thinking about a plan to get out of this hell. She's the only important thing. And oh boy, if she's not alive...  I need to stop thinking she's dead. I mean, yes, it's a possibility but...still.   My cell door flew open. In front of me stood a man with short black hair. He wore a baseball jersey and a pair of old and worn out jeans.   I've never seen this man before in my life. Behind him stood a group of people. I looked up at them, hopeless.   The women behind him rushed over to my side and got me out of the cuffs holding me onto the metal pole with a small golden key. She placed the key into her back pocket and then looked at me. I just looked at her back in response.   "Get up. We're here to save you." She said in a stern voice.   And then, something life changing happened. The women I craved stood in front of me.  There she was, Clementine. Beautiful as always she was.   "C-Clementine." I said desperately. She only nodded and extended her hand.   "I'm here, Louis."

A/N: I tried. I'm living in like 2 hours of sleep don't attack me because this chapter sucks.