There's little to no change as Miles opens his eyes. The sight before him just as dark as it was behind his closed eye lids. Perhaps even darker. The absence of all colour. An endless abyss of black.
His arms are being clenched too tightly that he's beginning to lose feeling in his fingers. A freezing numbness spreads through his limbs and all he wants to do is move. Miles is literally telling himself, his arms, his legs to move - just fucking move - but he remains immobile. The men on either side of him prohibit him from doing so.
His head pounds painfully and not in the way a simple headache would. He feels drowsy, heavy, like gravity has double. They must have drugged him. Miles starts to scream, yelling for help but a punch to the face silences him. He can feel his mouth welling up with blood but it doesn't fall to the ground, it gathers around his chin. There's a black bag over his head.
He can barely hear what the older male is saying to him. He's just in too much pain and all he wants is for it to stop. But it doesn't, in fact it increases tenfold.
A staggering ache explodes in his chest. An agony that Miles couldn't have comprehended beforehand. A new definition for the physical form of pain.
His screams echo loudly through the woods. He can feel the warm blood leaking out of him, his body landing with a thud on the forest floor as the men finally let him go.
"Miles!" Axel yells. His voice broken. He sounds so far away.
And Miles doesn't know why he feels the need to apologise, he just does.
"I'm sorry." Miles manages to say. And then the whole world turns white.
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The Missing Boy
Teen FictionKidnappings and people going missing were situations that felt so far away from Miles. It felt like things that only happened in movies or in another more messed up world. It felt too beyond reach that the possibility that someone so close to him co...
