Hushed (Book 2 of the Silent Series)

Behind The Shadows

Another trigger warning: this is the last one that I'm writing in, but their will be more in the future so just a heads up now.

This shit gets depressing.

Day 6:
I should've been more careful, my love. -S

Mitch sat on the dirty concrete floor, looking at his bare chest and counting the deep cuts that he certainly didn't wish upon himself.

Each cut signified a word that he put with it. He looks, running his finger along one and wincing. He remembered this one: disgrace.

It wasn't the deepest cut, because that cut had to of had the worst and most meaning.

10 cuts, each having a different meaning.

Mitch remembers his screams when the man first started carving deep cuts into him, how the screams soon turned to groans, and the groans turned to silence, because Mitch could barely keep himself awake.

He remembers the horrible sounds of Kirstie being forced to watch, watching him punch her every time she made a noise.

He looks at another cut.

Distraction, was the word that went with this cut. He looks to all of the other ones.

Worthless

Ugly

Horrific

Waste of time

Quiet

Deadly

Skinny

He runs his fingers along the worst one, the largest and deepest wound on the small boys chest. The cut shaped into a letter, M.

But what did that M stand for? Something Mitch started to believe himself.

Murderer.

It was his fault that Travis was gone. If he didn't have to be so selfish. If he would've just stayed with Travis, he would've still been in Arlington living like he was used too, but he wanted Scott. Because he was selfish.

Mitch did this to himself, or at least he made himself believe that.

The door silently creaks open, revealing the same man Mitch had watched shoot a police man, kidnap him and Kirstie, and enjoyed cutting through Mitch's sensitive skin like it was a canvas that he could carve a picture onto.

Mitch had to deal with the pain of watching this horrid man rip his notebook in half, any conversation he has had for the past year thrown away like it was nothing.

He watched him burn every single page, and Mitch couldn't take his eyes away when he sees the little words he had written months ago, something about Scott.

And he needed Scott right now, he needed to be saved. Because that's what Scott always did. Scott was Mitch's savior, his hero, his Superman. He hadn't given him the nickname for nothing, because Scott was always saving him and helping him when he needed it, and now Mitch needed Scott to be strong to help him.

But that was the hard thing, Mitch had no idea how Scott was reacting to this. He could be strong right now, with the police and trying to figure it how to solve this. Or, he could be deadly, unable to move and too depressed to do anything.

Mitch hoped it definitely wasn't the second thing, but something was telling him that when Mitch wasn't around, Scott broke down.

Day 7:
I hope I'm in more pain than you, my love. Stay strong for me, because I can't do it for myself. -S

Mitch couldn't find himself anymore, because who he was now, was not who was meant to be. He wasn't supposed to be one who can't handle things without relying on other people, who couldn't deal with his own safety so he ended up behind the shadows, stuck in some basement where he could barely breath.

And he thought to himself: How did I do this to myself?

And with each negative thought, came negative feelings, which would lead to him giving up. And Mitch was on his way, not to safety, but to hell. Because once he gave up, death was the only think he could look forward too.

Sometimes, Mitch would close his eyes when the knife was being dragged across his ribs, and imagine back to high school, back to the time when he actually tried to kill himself. He could've avoided everything, meeting Scott, killing Travis, and now this.

And it was all because Kirstie stopped him. He was thankful for it for years, but now, he wishes that she wasn't on her way over at the time so he could've just got it over with.

Mitch remembered when the man told him he was going to take advantage of Kirstie, because he wasn't like Travis and didn't like guys. And Mitch wished he did so it could've been him instead of her, because Kirstie did nothing to be here. This was Mitch's punishment, and sadly, being Mitch's best friend got her dragged along with him.

He watched him strip her of her clothing, and then he couldn't watch anymore. So he closed his eyes, and had to listen of the mumbles of Kirstie trying to scream but not being able to because of the duct tape over her mouth.

Mitch wanted to hurt this man, but this man had hurt Mitch so much that just the thought of moving wished pain on the small boy.

So when he was done with Kirstie, he took his knife and marked her, one tiny little line on her shoulder. He said each line represents when he had sex with her, and that if she fought back, each tiny little cut would become bigger and deeper.

So Kirstie didn't fight back, and Mitch didn't try to fight because he said the lines would become worse with Mitch's arguing as well.

But you see, Mitch didn't get any chances. He got deep cuts and large ones no matter what. He could be silent, and then a knife would be pressed against his ribs, or his neck, or even in his cheek.

And he couldn't do anything about it, because one move could result in the death of the boy and he had to be as strong as he could, even if he didn't feel strong at all.

Dear 8:
The fact that I'm alive is miracle, just stay alive and it'll be enough, my love. -S

I love Hamilton^
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