I Know What You're Afraid Of

Chapter 12

  Miles felt numb and empty. He could hear the distressed voices of Marianne and Ricky as they rambled on about saving him. From what? He had no clue. Miles couldn't remember what had happened, only that he had passed out at some point. He was certainly in bad condition seeing as he was the topic of the bothersome conversation and the wheezing sound emitting from his sore throat. He wanted to throw up at the horrid metallic taste that flooded his mouth. He wanted to scream out but refrained for fear that he would choke on his words. It wasn't long before he felt himself slipping, the voices fading to silence.

  What felt like hours later, Miles was able to open his eyes, just a crack. His head no longer rested on the floor, but instead rested on a lap. He was unable to open his eyes any wider to see who it was. Though, he didn't need to because his hearing came back, and he could hear them sobbing. Right away he knew who the cries belonged to. It couldn't have been anyone else. He knew it was her because he had heard those cries before. They were the same cries that led him wandering into her room, without a second thought. Like her tears had possessed him and gained full control over his body. Miles was all too familiar with the feeling.

  Her hand raised to reveal what used to be a white cloth, now painted crimson with what could only be his blood. Miles wanted badly to reach out and hold her hand at the sight. He couldn't move. He couldn't scream. He couldn't breathe. He was slipping. Dying. All he could do was lay there. His eyes fluttered shut and he was once again, out cold.

  Miles felt himself being lifted into a sitting position, letting his head hang. His head was tilted back, and a cool, thick liquid was poured down his throat. He swallowed it, almost wincing at the fowl taste left on his tongue. His throat cleared and he could breathe again. A pair of arms picked him up and placed him on the soft sheets of his bed. Someone pulled the covers over him. Miles cracked his eyes open to see Marianne. She lifted his arm and tucked it into his side. Miles closed his eyes fully aware she was staring at him and that her hand was still holding his. The feeling brought him comfort, something he lacked in his corrupt life. Almost all of him wanted to never let go, but a small part of him, the bitter, destructive, vile part of him didn't want to hold on.

  Her hand slipped out of his without warning, and Miles suddenly grew fearful. Surprising Marianne and himself, his hand shot out to grab hers. He had asked her to stay with him, the bitter, destructive, vile side of him fading. The fear and discomfort in his life was forgotten as he drifted off, hand clasped with hers, not having to worry about dying. He was safe. For now,...

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Sorry for a short chapter. I am experiencing a bit of writer's block at the moment, but I will try to update as often as I can. Hope you are enjoying! Thank you for reading❤️