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THIRTY ONE 🥀

The basement was pitch black as he was stone cold, he brought his fingers up to his eye sockets, they were still there. He wasn't blind.

He quickly turned around and tried to run up from the pitch black basement, but his foot fell through like a mere projection. He leaned forward and touched the stair, and he felt a fabric fall down his arm. It was quite soft.

Suddenly, a mirror appeared in front of him. Mattia looked up and saw himself through it, the mirror wasn't like any other. It was like a television screen. It was his broken face, his bruised eye, his bloody nose, and his busted lip. He wore black, and his eyes were red; as if he cried a river. Within seconds, a knife was placed against his neck sharply, he tried to let out a scream but something was holding him back, and within seconds; he was bleeding to death.

"Mattia?" Mia shook him, trying to wake him up from his horrifying nightmare. It was currently three am, and mia has woken up by the grip of Mattia that was held on her, very tightly; as if he let go of the girl, she'd disappear forever, "Mattia wake up, please." She gulped, still trying to wake up the sleeping boy.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing Mia right in his face, "W-What happened?" He suddenly asked. He quickly began looking around, before sighing in relief. That nightmare almost felt real, he had to make sure he was alive and breathing.

"I don't know....you started holding me quite tightly and let out a few words—" Mia replied, before pausing, "I heard something among the lines of death." She have, and that's what made her worried more and instantly wanted Mattia to wake up from his nightmare.

Mattia quickly sat up, sweat dripping down his forehead as his heart started pounding, "I'm sorry." He managed to let out, apologizing to the girl. Mia still looked at him, worry in his eyes, "I-I have to go." He quickly stood up, but was held back by Mia's hand on his arm. He didn't want to scare her any further.

"Stay," Mia softly told him, she definitely knew that he had a nightmare, about his past or struggles. Perhaps, a mix of both, "Please." Mattia hesitated, he did want to stay, but he didn't want to frighten her, eventually, he gave in and sat back down, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

The morning was finally here. Mattia reached out to wrap his arms around the figure that was supposedly should be next to him, laid in bed. When he felt nothing, he quickly opened his eyes. Was he back in his horror of a nightmare? Relief rushed over him once he noticed the sun was out, and the shower was heard in the bathroom. It was no longer raining.

Mattia let out a small yawn before rubbing his face, sitting up, he smiled to himself. Who knew a suicidal boy would be with; his most likely love of his life. He'd never in a million years think that he'd fall in love.

Suddenly, his phone started to buzz. Who in the world would call him? No one ever does. He grabbed his phone, then frowning at the name that was across the screen. His father. He gulped, he didn't know if he wanted to answer it right now or leave him as a missed call.

Although he knew if he didn't answer the phone, things wouldn't look good when he's back home. So for the sake of himself, and Mia, he pressed answer and walked out the room.

"Where the fuck are you?" His dad's loud voice was heard through the phone.

"Dad—" Mattia was cut off by the sound of a hand slammed against a hard object, on the other line.

"Get the fuck home right now you son of a bitch." His father cursed. Mattia clenched his jaw, how dare he use an insult regarding his deceased mother. His father didn't give time for him to reply, before ending the call.

Mattia had his jaw tight, as he gripped on the phone tightly. It was surprising hasn't been broken yet, "Mattia?" The sound of a literal angel was heard, Mattia breathed out heavily before turning around, seeing Mia in a towel wrapped around her, as he wet hair was revealed.

"Morning sunshine." He sent her a small smile. Lord knows the pain behind the smile, and behind the voice as he spoke. Mia instantly knew something was wrong, but she didn't know if it was the appropriate time to ask or not.

"So, the fair is in town," she told him. Every summer, a fair comes into town, and every summer, Mia would usually go with her family and cousins, but this summer, it's different, "Would you want to go?" She asked him, shyly.

Mattia's heart dropped. He so badly wanted to go to the fair with Mia, but he knows he couldn't; his father wanted him home, and he didn't want to let Mia down, "It is?" Mattia asked, then mentally facepalmed himself, what a stupid question, "I mean—I wish I could but I uh," Mattia paused, "My father wants me home."

Mia frowned in response, "Oh." She replied. She can't let him stay, especially after she knew what goes down back home, "When does he want you home?" She asked.

He slowly strolled towards her, before bringing his hand up to her face. She was still wrapped in a towel and her hair was still wet, "I'm sorry." He mumbled, caressing her cheek. He then placed his forehead against hers.

"It's fine." She softly replied. It wasn't. Mia loves going to the fair, especially the summer one, and now that she's with her boyfriend or not, she knew if they went they'd have a blast, and she also wanted to get Mattia's mind off of shit, "I'll just go another time," she paused, "Hopefully with you."

"I'll make it up to you," Mattia nuzzled his nose against hers, "I promise." He told her. Would he really keep that promise?