Inside my mind

a little weird

Your pov
I walked down the hall after Miles hoping he wouldn't really know that I was following him.

Unfortunately for me and my loudass footsteps Miles turned around to see me like 3 feet behind him. And I didn't notice and I walked into him and nearly fell over.

"You ok?" He asked holding his hand out. I took it and stood back up, brushing off my clothes. I nod lightly and feel my face heating up.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "Outside?..." "Oh ok. Um well I guess I'll see you when you come back then?" I ask feeling embarrassed. "Yeah alright" He said smiling at me.

I smiled back before he turned around again and continued to walk to down the hallway. Now, I've been here quite a while, and that's long enough to know that he was lying.

It took me a minute, but the gardens where to the left and he went a different way... I ran after him but he was gone.

Creepily, there were no doors. Or Windows. Just paintings and mirrors. And a stairs case to the kitchen. "MILES WHERE ARE YOU????!??" I yelled. If he wasn't here then where the fuck did he go?!

Miles' pov
So I'm really hoping that y/n bought it because I realised what I had said wasn't actually correct. Gardens where somewhere else then where I was going.

I walked down the hallway running my left hand across the paintings on the wall before I stopped.

I closed my eyes, turned 90° to my left, and walked forwards. When I opened my eyes again, I was in the chillingly familiar room.

The one room I hated more then any other in this house. His room. The person I hated the most lived in this bedroom, and I wanted to stay as far away from his as possible. And yet, I can't pull myself away from this room.

No one knew it was here except me. The walls were dark and the lighting was gone. No lamps. Almost pitch black. Except the one window at the very top of the main wall.

As I crouched down to grab the metal box from under the bed I hear my name being called. Sh*t! She most know I'm lying!

There's no doors or any way out other then the one I came through, which will lead right into y/n. So I have to remain calm and silent.

I hold my breath as I hear the footprints fade and the yelling stop. Thank god she didn't know I was here. I would've been screwed. I grabbed 2 little boxes and stuffed them into my pockets before standing up and walking towards the door.

I closed my eyes and walked through. I opened them again and fuck.

Your pov
I stood by an odd looking painting with my arms crossed. I think he's in there. He has to be. You wanna know how I could tell? His jumper was snagged on the edges and it's the only one that looks like it had been torn or broken.

And just as I suspected, Miles came through the painting and I stood in front of him. "The hell are you doing y/n?" "Could ask you the same" "Shut up" I rolled my eyes.

"So why were you in there?" "Stop asking so many fucking questions!" He yelled. I flinched and backed against the wall.

"I thought we were good?" I mumbled. "good? We were never good and we never will be you fucking bitch" He growled before running down the hall and slamming a door.

I was hit with so many emotions that I just broke down. I hugged my knees as I stained the sleeves of my jumper.

I felt scared, and shocked, betrayed. But mostly heartbroken. I never knew why I gave him a second change. God I don't know why I thought he could change.

He's still the asshole that I first met. And I just have to accept that I can't change it... No matter how much I want to...
"Heartbroken..."