Upgrade You

1~We Aren't Dead

Mitch's POV

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It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I wanted to move but my body wouldn't let me. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I saw two people in separate corners looking at me.

I was in a van.

Oh great.

I then slowly sat up and rubbed my head. I slid to lean against the wall of the van. We were in the back.

The other two looked clueless, which I've now identified as a boy and a girl. The girl's face was smuged with mascara, as if she'd been crying a whole bunch. He hair fell around her face was a blond. It looked like she had dyed it telling by the black strikes in it. She had a tank top on and shorts, with no shoes. Her feet looked as they were dipped in blood.

Oh boy.

I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself. I felt pain as I touched my left arm. It was an unpleasant stinging, burning like sensation. I then looked at my arm and gasped. It had the letters MCMG on it. Burned onto my arm.

I cringed at my arm slowly putting it down. I then looked over at the other boy who seemed dramatically taller than me and the girl. He had platinum blonde hair which was ruffled. His eyes I think were blue, but I couldn't accurately tell by the terrible lighting.

He wore a torn white dingy wife beater and a plaid shirt over. He had skinny jeans on, and also had no shoes. What's with that? Did you not wear shoes?!

I spoke too soon as I looked down at my feet.

Darn it.

The boy was very handsome to me. Like incredibly handsome. I couldn't take my eyes off him until he suddenly looked up at me. I darted my eyes away from him and looked down.

"D-Do you two know each other?" I asked, steading my voice so that it won't change.

They looked at each other and both shook their heads.

"Oh, umm. Okay." I whisper awkwardly. The girl continued to look at me uneasy.

"Who are you?" She asked. She got up and inched closer to me. I squinted my eyes and tried not to move.

"M-Mitch Grassi." My voice got louder as I said my last name making her junp. I then look her in the eye and she glances back.

"I-I can't help it." I stuttered.

She nods and backs back into her corner. The boy looked angry, and I did not want to bother him.

We sat in silence for 5 minutes, the can constantly moving forward as we hit a little bumps here and there.

The girl then slowly starts to cry. She slowly gets louder and louder.

The boy then looks over at her in disgust. He then huffs and looks foward.

She then cries even louder and that's when the boy snaps.

"Can you please shut up? Your reallt irking me right about now." He spoke sternly. I then looked at him in fear.

"I'm sorry," She cries more, louder than before. He then shifts his whole body to her.

"SHUT UP!" He yells. The girl flinchs with each word and so do I. He then looks over at me and look back down.

"What?" He spat, bluntly. He looks me up and down. I try very hard not to make eye contact.

He then crawls over to me. Putting his lips uncomfortably close to my ear then he spoke.