The Lost Boy

Day 2

(this is random, kind of)

~Blaze POV~

I lay there on my bed. doing nothing. When are they going to un handcuff me? Jack is at school right now so I have nothing to do. Even though last night was interesting, I'd rather talk to Jack than lay down hear and do nothing, Surprisingly. I really have to figure out a way to get out of here.

I wounder why last night was mostly Jack apologizing to me and trying to comfort me. I really did think he hated me. I guess he has some good in him. I look at my brusis. I guess.

I hear a knock at the door. Jack is at school and the only other person I would think to do that is Jacks mom. "Come in" I say. Im surprised they don't just barged in, it's not like I'm doing anything.

"Hi Blaze." Jacks mom says. "Hi Mrs. Mills" I say. I don't know why I'm not mad right now. Or crying after all what happened. I'm their prisoner and I'm not freaking out. I almost did last night. She closes the door. She sits on my bed.

"I'm sorry for everything." She says. "It's ok" I say looking down at my hand. "No, it's not ok, You shouldn't be locked in a room all day." She says.

"Well, It's probably my fault anyway." I say. "No, it's not, it's not your fault James lead you to it." She says. I look at her. "Do you know James?" I ask. "I've talked to him." She says. Interesting. "I just don't know when my next encounter with him is going to be, when I usually talk to to him, he usually ends up stabbing be somewhere and or watch him torture is brother." I say. "Sorry about that" She says

"I got you this so your not just doing nothing all day" She says while handing me a sketch book with a pencil. "Thanks." I say. She hugs me and lets go. "Bye." She says and before she leaves I say. "Thank you for not shooting me." She nods then leaves and closes the door. I think about the night I left. Why was my mom being nicer than usual. I don't know why I'm blaming everything on me. I might as well give up on life. I'm kidnapped by school bully. Blaming everything on myself might not be smart. But why not. It probably is. It's probably why I'm excepting apologies. Last night when I decided I'm not mad at Jack, it didn't care for anything. Since when does he say sorry?

~Jack's POV~

I wake up to my alarm. 6:45am. I hate school. I get up and get dressed. I brush my teeth and my hair. I go to grab my phone. I see Blaze's phone. I should check on him.

I grab my phone. I go to to Blaze's room. I open the door to find him sound asleep. I can hear him snoring softly. I close the door. How am I going to be able to act normal with this? How am I going to be able to live with this? I've been able to pull off for the past couple of days, but I don't know about today.

I go the kitchen to eat. Then I grab my backpack and drive to school. On my way I see missing posters of Blaze. Ignore it. Ignore it. I put on the radio to try to forget about. It says

"Blaze Bowers have gone missing, if by any chance you have seen-"

I turn off the radio. "Fuck!" I say out of anger.

I get to school and enter the school. I see on the school board where people hang up fliers. It's a missing poster of Blaze. This is torture. I guess this is what I deserve. "I wounder what happened to him." My friend Dan says. "Yeah" I say and walk away. I find Gabby and Adam, Blaze's friends. There handing out posters.