outloud 》 2jae (sequel)

15.

it's cold,

my body feels sore.

the lighting is dim, 

but my eyes quickly dart around the perimeter, searching for anything familiar.

a large lump is laying down not too far across from me

i squint my eyes to make out what exactly the 'lump' is.

my eyes widen in sudden fear and realization, a horrible feeling suddenly washing over me

it's jackson.

i open my mouth to call out, but my voice is rough.

i attempt to lift myself but i'm tied by ropes.

i didn't even notice i was stripped down to my boxers until now.

so i begin tapping on the floor attempting to get jackson's attention

"j-jackson," i take a deep breath, i'm still drowsy, "are y-you okay?"

a couple of dry coughs and a rough 'i'm alive' reassure me that he's, well

still alive.

i lay my head down for a bit feeling my energy levels running low, 

i chuckle dryly, thinking to myself,

'and to believe that i was just a plain mute kid who worked at a flower shop in the summer, and a coffee shop in the winter.'

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a/n  i'm so hyped i drew something late last night that i'm actually 5% satisfied with, and it feels good.