Noah's p.o.v
As I got up from the little squeaky swing
I decided its best for me just to get some rest. I got up and realized it was extremely dark and cold. At moment like this I just couldn't take the anxiety. I didn't really fear for my life. Anxiety just tended to make its way into the worst situations making me unable to function properly. I open my bag a pull out a cigarette to my lips. I cup my hand around the cigarette, just so I don't have to light it up twice. I took a few puffs, just to get rid of some stress. The streets were empty and the only things in sight were trash and poor dirty cats. I pulled down my jacket to cover up more of my body, considering that I was wearing a black tiny top under this. I wasn't making it any closer to the house. As I go to cross the street I feel something hot the back off my head. I scream in help but I slowly black out. My vision slowly fades, and there it was, death.
A sharp pain on my back makes me shoot up in pain and yelp for air. I scream in pain and terror. I turn around to see a silhouette of a man and a bat. He took another swing and I arched my back and kept crying. What did I do to deserve this ?
I yell again in help " CALUM, HELP !" I yell in hope that Calum or someone will hear me. Sadly that only makes the man angrier and he takes his rough hands and smacks me, making my face turn forcibly to the opposite side.
"You little shit, you honestly think Calum could save you, just look behind you." The man says.
I turn around and the lights come on. I gasp at the image that stood in front of me. It was Michael, tied up and drenched in blood. I ran to him and tried waking him up but nothing worked. I kneeled down next to him and cried for what seemed like forever. He was cut in several places and he just didn't deserve this.
I run to the man and start punching him on the chest as hard as I can but he end up pushing me onto the wall, hurting my back, again.
"Don't fucking land another nasty finger in her." I hear Mikey say, trying not to sound hurt but he sounded to beat.
I see the guy take his bat and start hitting him. I cried and screamed and begged for him to stop. I couldn't stand the sight of Mikey getting hurt. I ran and got in front of Mikey in hope that it would stop. Mikey was now bruised in possibly every inch of him face. The guy kicks Michael in the stomach and leaves, locking the door behind him. I stay there crying while Michael held his side in pain. I sat there against a wall holding each other, knowing death was coming for us faster than we thought.
"Shhh, baby, we got this.... urhh. Don't worry we'll be alright." He says groaning at the pain
"Mikey, I'm sorry to tell you but we're not going to be okay, we're going to die. Why are we here, do you know these people " I say in a hurry hoping to get specific answers.
"No, I don't know any of these guys, I was at my apartment and next thing I knew I was injected in the arm and passes out." He explains. I honestly couldn't take it. Why did my life take such a fucking twist.
I try to drag Mikey to a corner making us less visable to the man. I hold Mikey in my arms and try to put him to sleep. In the meanwhile we both fell asleep in hopes that this was all just a dream.
When I woke up I was in a room. It looked like a dollhouse, sort of. The walls were painted a light sky blue and the furniture was very vintage like, white. I noticed a letter on the door and read it, of course.
There is clothes in the closet and makeup and hair items in the top left drawer and bottom center drawer. Get ready, be done by 10:30 or else. xx
I started crying as I picked a black tank top and a pair of leggings with a green top coat to add a bit of grunge effect. I couldn't believe that they were making me dress, when all i wanted was to know if Mikey was okay. I went over to the makeup and put on a thin layer of foundation on and a bit of mascara along with eyeliner and contour my cheekbones. I put my hair in an old teases pony tail and look at the old set clock in my room and read the time
10:17 a.m
They said they'll come and pick me up. I didn't want to be here. I wasn't suppose to be here. I didn't want to be here. I tried hiding in the far corner of the closet so they wouldn't find me. I stayed on that corner, which I really couldn't be seen. When I heard the door open, I held my breath to make sure they didn't hear me.
"Oh so you wanna play hide and seek ?," The guy says. As soon as he finishes his sentence the closet doors are yanked open and I'm pulled put of the closet.
"I'm the best at it." He growls in my ear. I cry back in fear. That's all I've done this whole time, cry. There wasn't anything for me to do. When he pushed me outside I saw 5 familiar faces.
"You couldn't have" I covered my mouth, in shock and disgust.
Authors note
The story has taken a dark af twist ik. Just so you guys know I have changed the story name, I wasn't really feeling the old title. Well anyways the next few chapters are going to be full of mystery,thriller and cliffhangers.
