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Loss: II

They warned me relentlessly about this happening. It started with concerns about Alex, how he wasn't the right guy for me to be with, how eventually I would see the truth or end up heartbroken. Except no one took into account how it could've been both in the end. I was advised to be home before the sky turned in for the night and was replaced by mystery, with that lingering sense of fear that hung thick like the fog on these winter nights. That I shouldn't have by any means be going to see Alex as the day was descending due to the rumours of them being back.

If only I had the common sense to have listened to them in the first place, but of course I didn't, of course I wanted to do what I wished and see my boyfriend who I believed cared for me. Turns out he cared more for his co worker Elysia than me as I found them in a way I never thought I'd witness. This resulted in me walking home in the dark through a part of town I didn't favour, which was when it all began for me.

Growing up I listened to stories which was all I thought of them as being, works of fiction. Never in my 19 years had I pictured myself in one of these stories my dad read to me, but life throws unfortunate events to us all. Some just happen to be more ridiculous than others.

As I woke up my vision was hazy, things wouldn't focus and a dull ache spread through me like electricity. I attempted to bring my arm up towards my neck where the pain pulsed the most but footsteps could be heard emerging in a distance.

"That wouldn't be advised." The hairs of my arms rise with worry as I squint my eyes in hope of making out where and who this person is. Their voice is deep, it was dominant and demanding. I had no choice but to comply and lower my hand back down to my leg where it rested, unable to control it completely.

My eyes were failing me as thoughts whirred around in my mind as to where I could be, why this was happening to me of all people. Why couldn't they have picked Izi with her weirdly spelt name who always boasted about her love life whenever she came into class. But of course not, she was smarter than to go against advice from those who love her. Then it hit me.

I won't be seeing my family again.

Tears trickled in my eyes as confusion waved over my body, my limbs were next to useless and this voice had not made another input and all I wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs for help, for mercy but part of me knew it would be useless, a waste of the little breath I have left in me.

"Why're you crying?" A dose of sympathy echoed in the space around me as I remained still, my head hanging low unable to do anything as various thoughts loom in my mind. 

Letting out a quiet scoff I began to think at this rate I had nothing else to lose, "That's a tough one." I joked and all went silent, my heart began to race as I heard footsteps coming closer now. 

Out of the shadows black scuffed on the toes of the boots with crimson stains, leading to black jeans gripping to his calves and thighs leading to a dark grey baseball tee, I can see tattoos through the thin material but my vision is too hazy to make out each individual one. His face remained hidden beneath the shadow that cast over his face. Curiosity overwhelmed me as this figure stood before me, the air hung thick in the room as a shiver went through me again, unsure on what to say. 

Remaining still I saw his chest rising slowly and rarely falling down again, my eyes felt sore and heavy again but I forced myself to stay alert, watch for his movements. "You know how long you've been here?" Humour was etched into his voice and if I had the energy I might've let out a laugh myself. 

Shaking my head as much as I could with all the might I had in me I waited to hear what he'd say next, whether he would make another comment about my state, about where we are or worst of all, what was left of me. 

Footsteps marked the shadows as he remained partially enclosed, "Around three hours." I let out a scoff, hiding my inner relief. "Do you know why you're here?" Lifting my head with all my might my eyes remained droopy, but filled with remorse. "Well since you're too tired to even fathom a response I guess it'll have to wait until morning." Before I was given a chance to interfere the footsteps became more distant, the boots clinked against the ground until I was left alone, isolated once again.