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The note fell from my grasp as I shook, from the cold and utter fear coursing through my tall figure. My once combed hair flew all over, covering my panicked expression ; thank god, even though no one was around. My heart was racing, my thoughts spinning and whirling around my pounding head. I felt sick and, once again, my legs shook under me. The feeling of the lump in my throat developed again ; tears forming in my eyes. Steadily, I walked back inside, holding my body to regain warmth and shield myself from the news I just received.


'The boy' had to be Matt. He was the only one involved in this type of business, that was close to me. As much as I hated to think about it, it was true. The only possibility, with so many factors supporting the theory...


I hadn't even locked the back door before the front door was knocked. Hastily, I wiped my eyes, running a hand through my hair before making my way over. Looking through the peephole was a boy, about a foot shorter than me with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes bounding with life and energy. Next to him stood another boy, blonde hair hiding his eyes. From what I could see they were green, or maybe even hazel. A sharp contrast from the shorter boy was that he was insanely tall.


"And here I thought Matt and I were tall..." I thought, wondering if I should open the door again. The brown-haired boy knocked again, saying something inaudible to the other boy.


Panic surged through me as I contemplated whether or not to open the door. Who were these people, and why the hell were they here? After a solid five minutes of contemplating to open the door or not; the shorter boy knocked again. He seemed almost frustrated as I looked through the peep hole.


"Miss.Aris, we know you're looking at us. Please just open the door." The same boy who had knocked said, exasperation in his voice. My heart beat raced as my shaking hand reached for the door.


This is how I die, I thought, Dear our Father in Heaven, please don't let me go to Hell. I've been a good girl! I'm sorry I stole Matt's hat when we were 7, it was cool and mum would never let me buy one like it. I promise I''l give it b-


"Miss.Aris! Please open the goddamn door!" The boy said once again, almost as if he would break down the door if I didn't open it in the next minute; honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he did.


Finally, much to my dismay, I opened the door. "Can I help you?" I asked, through the tiny space I had opened the door. My voice was shaking and quiet, as if they'd stab me if I spoke any louder - once again - I wouldn't be surprised if they did.


"Fina-fucking-lly!" The boy, who had done most of the talking so far, shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "Praise the heavens! Miss.Aris opened the door!"


This made him receive a hit from blondie in the stomach, causing the shorter boy to double over in pain. Damn, I don't want to get on the wrong side of him...


The taller boy didn't give the shorter one time to recover, before he pulled out a wallet and finally talking.


"We're here to talk about Matt,"


He flipped it open showing a card with his picture and a stamp.


"We're apart of the Lost Boys."



I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT DON'T PANIC, NO, NOT YET.

I was so attempted for the short boy to say 'Haven't you people ever heard of opening the goddamn door,'

(Cough, Panic! At The Disco, cough)

But I refained.

And worry not, this is short chapter only because I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger type ending. A part two to this is coming soon to a Stockholm Syndrome near you!


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