Sing for Me? // Milya

04

MILES' POV

After Alya stormed out of the room I've realized that maybe it isn't worth it. I tried being nice and obviously it didn't work. I'm done with her. Gosh she's such a bitch. She keeps on moping about what a tough life she has, yet when someone like me actually tries to listen to her, and be nice to her, she just pushes them away.

I spend the rest of the school day incredibly pissed off, and trying to distract myself by thinking about anything other than Alya.

I grit my teeth as the freezing wind blows against my face when I walk outside into the snow-covered atmosphere. Normally I would drive home, but since I was trying to be nice this morning in front of Alya, I told Bianca she could drive my car home after her cheerleading practice.

The walk seems to get colder and colder, but it eventually comes to a halt when I trip over what looks like to be an arm. Once I regain my balance, I turn around to inspect what could possibly be a dead body. Bracing myself for the worst, I pull the frostbitten arm towards me, and the body it's linked to is revealed.

It's... Alya? I frantically brush all the snow off her pale face, and pull her frigid body into my lap. Her body moves like a worn out rag doll, and I can't help but think the worst. Quickly, I pull off my gloves and press my fingers to her neck, begging for there to be a pulse. A light, but still evident vibration is found, and I let out a sigh of relief.

That's when I notice the blood. The snow that was once beneath her is dyed with a crimson red, almost like a rotten cherry snow cone that nobody wanted. When I see the dry chunks of blood in her hair I know I need to get her help quickly.

I stand up with her still in my arms, and sprint to my house. My mom's a nurse, so hopefully she'll know how to do something with Alya.

After I nearly kick the front door open, I desperately search for my mom.

"Mom! Mom! Help!" I yell.

Luckily I'm met by the sound of my mother's footsteps pounding down the stairs in a panic.

"Miles what's the matt- oh my goodness! Get her up here now!" My mom exclaims beckoning me to follow her up the stairs.

She leads me to the guest bedroom, and directs me to lay Alya down on the bed.

"Okay Miles I'm going to work on her, but I need you to tell Bianca what's happening and tell her to come home now." She says.

I nod my head and dial Bianca's number.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Hey it's Miles."

"Miles, this better be important. I'm in the middle of practice, and I'm not exactly allowed to take calls like this."

"It's... Alya."

"What about Alya?!"

"She's hurt. Really hurt. Mom needs you to come home right now."

"Okay. I'll be on my way." She says and hangs up.

Not being able to bare listening to the groans of frustration coming from my mother, I decide to go downstairs and wait for Bianca to show up. She eventually does, and she slams the door closed while throwing her stuff to the ground in a hurry. I follow her upstairs and go to wait in my room for any news.

"Miles what happened to her?" Bianca asks as she barges into my room.

"I don't know. I was just walking home and I found her in the snow, frostbitten with dry blood on her head."

"Do you know if she's going to be okay?"

"I have no idea, but I'm really worried. I know I act like I hate her, but I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to her." I confess.

Bianca doesn't say anything for a while. She just looks at me and smiles.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I question.

"You like her, don't you?" She teases.

"Are you serious? Me liking her? Haha, no. I just don't want anything bad to happen to her, that's all." I reply sounding obviously annoyed.

"Whatever you say." She responds and giggles.

"Bianca, get in here!" Our mom screams, snapping us both out of the conversation.

Bianca gives me a frightened look before dashing off to the guest room. I follow her into the room and see my mom holding Alya's limp body in her arms, wearing a broken expression on her face.

"No." Bianca says in a shaky tone, not believing the incredulous situation.

My mom doesn't have to say anything. We all know what happened. I feel the bile rise in my throat and I run off to the bathroom to throw up.

She's gone. Really gone. And the last thing I ever said to her pissed her off. I shouldn't have been such a jerk. I wish I could just go back and re-do everything. I can feel more bile coming, but this time nothing comes out. I sink down to the cold, marble floor, and rest my head against the bathtub, just wanting everything to be over.

"Miles! Miles! She's alive!"

A/N

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated this in forever ): I had some trouble coming up with this chapter plot, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Anyways thank you all so so much for all the support this story has gotten, because it blows my mind how nice and supportive you all are. If you have any feedback, predictions, or you just enjoyed the chapter, please leave comments, because I love hearing what you all have to say! I hope you guys all have a wonderful day!

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