I laid in bed my back pressed to the mattress, my eyes felt puffy and hurt incredibly. I couldnt get over everything i had just witnessed and even more my heart couldnt stop breaking around me.

How could he do this to me?

Why did he do this to me?

My mind was spinning out of control, and for once i wish I had someone to hold me and just be with me while i dealt with this .... heartbreak?

I closed my eyes and all I could see was those icy blues staring at me, cold and dead.

What happened after our last chat? Did he change his mind? No he couldn't have, he knows how much my freedom means to me and I was willing to bring him along.

I love Miles.

I love Miles?

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Miles POV:

As I lay on this cold metal thing they call a bed, I look at the ceiling and all I can see if her.

Evie.

Her eyes, those eyes, god why did she have to be there? See all that happen. She probably thinks I did this on purpose, to sabotage her escaping.

I didn't, at first I thought of it but I realized I couldn't.

I didn't want too.

I want to be with her, even if it meant being on the run for the rest of our lives. That's why I contacted some old buddies who still old favors in the outside world. They couldn't say no to me, they wouldn't dare: they owed me.

But everything is all fucked and fried.

I'm chained to this damn bed, like an animal.

We're not animals, our right is to live.

Free!

This isn't free, this the first stop before hell.

Evie doesn't deserve this, she deserves freedom, the sun on her beautiful delicate face, her smile to forever be plastered on her face.

But am I capable of giving her that forever?
Forever.
That's a long time.
I haven't really planned on sticking around earth that long.
But Evie, she changes that in me. I wanna live, live for her. I have too. It's the only way. I need her like I need air.

I love her.

I love her.

Fuck, I'm screwed.

My eyes finally grow heavy but I was suddenly woken by the slamming of the front door.

"Wake up!" One of the male nurses yelled through the small between the door.

"Fuck yourself rent a nurse." I chuckled, laying my head back down and closing my eyes.

I need to figure out how to get out of here to explain to Evie, I didn't mean for this to happen.

It was— it was Devon, he started all this.
I dumbly trusted him with this secret, Evie secret.
He threatened to tell if I didn't try to have him escape with us. When I told him to fuck off, that's when he threatened her. Her freedom, and I couldn't have that, so yes I snapped. She's mines, and nobody will ever hurt her as long as I'm around.

Then I felt the sting in my arm, making me jerk away quickly.
My eyes springing opening seeing white coats, a clip board and her, the doc.

When did this happen?

Did I fall asleep that fast and hard?

How long have I been out?

"What are you —

"Shh, this is going to make you feel better Miles. It'll all be alright." I heard the voice but I couldn't put the face to it.

My eyes began to roll to the back of my head, feeling the injection run through my veins, it felt like sandpaper with fire ripping. It burned, it felt like heat being injected into me.

"What are you giving me?!" I shouted, words fumbling.

I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, looking around for faces to remember anything.

"It's the medication, you have been hiding in your room and not taking. It's to help you, better you." Again the voice, sounding angelic but haunting my mind sounding like an echo.

"It doesn't help me, it makes me — makes me dead. I DONT WANNA BE DEAD! I have to be alive." I shout.

"You are alive Miles, just relax."

"I have to be alive for her! I have to protect her!" I'm mumbling the effects starting to take its toll.

"Who? Miles for who? Your sister? Is this what you've been fighting from. Your mothers abuse?"

"No!" I shake my head. "Ev—

My eyes grow to heavy for me to fight to stay open, my body begins to feel like stones being weighed down on me.
My body in sinking down, deep deep down.
To nowhere.

I see her, I feel her beautiful delicate fingers between mines.

I hear her beautiful voice.

My Miles.

"My Sweet Evie."

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