Taken

"J-Jax?" I turn my head slightly to the right, but I keep my eyes on my feet.

"Yes?" I call out to the voice.

"Is He coming?" It whispers back. I nod once before turning my head away from his direction. I believe his name is Landon.

"Jax?" He calls out again. I tighten my arms around myself before clearing my throat.

"Yes. He comes every day."

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I suck at descriptions sooo yeahhh,

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Jax has been taken. He's lived in the dark for most of his life now, and hasn't thought about getting out in a while.

That's until Landon gets thrown into the same cell as him. Landon still has hope, something Jax gave up on. But does Landon have enough hope for the both of them?

Landon believes that they can both make it out, and even though Jax thinks it's impossible, he's not giving up on the broken boy.