He'd been doing this for days now. Screaming like a fucking idiot. He'd roll around on the floor moaning and howling for hours at a time, only to get up and claw at the walls. His side of the room was now covered in bloody streaks as his fingernails fell off.
I was sitting in my corner, facing him, infuriated. It was his fault we were trapped here. He had to go experimenting, finding these so called "answers". He never stopped to talk to me, his only lover about the consequences of his actions, not once. His screaming intensified as he suddenly stopped throwing himself against the walls. Louder, and louder, he just stood there mouth agape with a blank look of terror on his face.
I couldn't stand it anymore.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!" I jumped at him and started strangling him, wrapping my hands around his neck tighter and tighter. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Before long he went silent, still standing, the same expression on his face. I backed away. That was when the blood started to pour out of his eyes and mouth. I started shaking as his body twitched and convulsed, still standing. My heart was racing, my mouth open waiting for the scream that couldn't come... and his skin started to split at the top of his head.
It tore down his body suddenly, and without warning, fell where he stood. All that stood in his place, was a flower. A flower as tall as I, bright pink and voluminous, it's aroma flooding the tiny room in which I was now confined alone.