Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Thirteen

Scott's POV
(finally)

Day 67

He's falling.

I don't know what it means, but I caused it.

He wasn't making any sense when he explained it.

So I asked him the next day. He wouldn't speak. It's like he was trying to, but he couldn't. Because he was falling. And I didn't know what it meant.

He is breaking down. So I just stopped asking. He doesn't speak, doesn't eat, barely showers, and even Kirstie can't get him to do anything.

We are both scared for him, mainly because he was so eager when we first got here. He was expecting to leave and live his life, but I think he is now realizing that he might not leave. Is that what caused him to fall? No. It has to do with me.

Because I knocked him down and now he is falling.

He refuses to sleep at night. He says he is scared that he will be attacked by his own dreams. Not only is he being tortured while he is awake, but now when he sleeps as well. It is painful to watch.

I got him to talk yesterday, but he only said he was trying so hard to stop. I didn't know what he was trying to stop, but he did and it didn't work.

Because he was falling and I don't know what it means.

He is depressed. I can see it. No food, no sleep, no talking, no moving. Laying in bed and doing nothing all day, unless forced into hard labor or used for hard, rough sex, which only helps his emotions even more.

The poor boy was 17, he was having hormones and shit. A teenage boy, not sure of himself or the people around him.

Seventeen is the worst age in my opinion. You don't know whether to hang onto your last teenage years or start acting like an adult. So you try both, but it doesn't work. You also don't know responsibility quite yet, taxes and rent for an apartment. It's hard to grow up. But to be kidnapped before it is only ten times worse.

"Scott?" I hear his voice, and it almost makes me cry. Knowing that he finally wanted to talk to me. I turn in the bed, looking him in the eyes.

"Yes?" I reply. I see sadness written in his face and he scoots closer to me.

"I can't sleep. Will you sing me a lullaby?" He asks. I smile, cautiously placing my hand on his waist. He tenses at first, but doesn't push me away again which relieves me.

"Of course." I think of one, and instantly know a perfect song. "My friend back at home wrote this. It's called A Light in the Hallway." He smiles.

"Close your eyes, lay your head down
Now it's time to sleep
May you find great adventure
As you lie and dream
If you're scared of the darkness
I will calm your fear
There's a light in the hallway
So you know I'm here

So count your blessings every day
It makes the monsters go away
And everything will be okay
You are not alone
You are right at home
Goodnight, goodnight

You won't need me forever
But I'll still be here
For we all have our nightmares
Even me, my dear
From now on, if you need me
You can sing this song
There's a light in the hallway
Burning all night long

So count your blessings every day
It makes the monsters go away
And everything will be okay
You are not alone
You are right at home
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight"

He leans forward, eyes droopy and places a light peck onto my cheek. I smile.

"That was beautiful." He says. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Can I have a hug?"

"Absolutely." I instantly wrap my arms around the smaller boy, almost letting out a tear when he hugs me back. Who knew a boy could mean so much to you? I rub small circles on his back.

"I know you're going through something right now and I want you to know that you can tell me anything. It'll stay between us. If you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here for you."

"Thank you. I'm not ready to talk about it, though."

"I know, I didn't think you would be. Just letting you know."

"Okay..." He says, clinging onto my chest even tighter. "You're warm."

"Good. It'll keep you cuddling me longer." I could tell he was blushes even with the lights off.

"And you're comfortable."

"So are you."

"Good. Then you'll cuddle me longer, Scotty boy."

"Did you steal my line? Whatever, but I don't think I'd ever stop cuddling you if you didn't stop me."

"This is getting cheesy."

"You're right."

"Stop?"

"Yes. Please." He laughs. "Will you do something for me, Mitch?"

"Depends."

"Start eating and bathing again. You're not healthy right now."

"I don't want to be healthy."

"Why not?"

"Because eventually I'll be so unhealthy, that when I fall asleep, I won't wake up."

"What! You don't want that."

"There aren't any problems in heaven. It is so much easier."

"Mitch..."

"Think of it. Id eat all I wanted up there. I wouldn't be falling, I'd be floating."

"Stop talking like this."

"Scott?"

"Yes?"

"Do you still not understand what I mean when I say I'm falling?"

"Yes. I don't understand."

"Think about it. Im falling because of you. Because you are an adult and I'm a child. Because you're grown and responsible and had a nice plan before you were put in here. Because I'm falling for you. Not falling because you pushed me, I'm falling because you knocked me over with everything about you. Everything."

"You're falling?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I have fallen and now I don't know how to pick myself back up because you keep knocking me back down and sometimes you tend to think, maybe if I just left, everything would be easier."