⚠️CAUTION SENSITIVE TOPICS(includes self harm)⚠️
A car alarm went off in the far distance and I flinched as I stumbled out my back door with a the first aid kit in hand. With each step I took the sounds grew louder. My head pounded harder.The colors grew brighter. I squeezed my eyes shut and paced to the edge of the trees. Using memory I made my way to a little clearing with a rusty swing set in the centre about twenty trees in. I opened my eyes just a slight bit to see the colors were still there. I opened the box and withdrew a box cutter and gauze. Rolling up my sleeve I exposed my pale wrist and without thinking twice I dug the blade deep under my skin. Pain seared through my body and the colors slowly faded away. I heard a cough and shot my head up. Leaning on the shifty frame of the swings was a boy about my age. He wore a cocky grin as if he caught me doing something, anything other then cutting my self. Yellow. Bright cheery yellow softened the edges of my vision.
"What do you want" I asked awkwardly wrapping gauze around my blood stained wrist.
"Can't resist a damsel in distress"he said in a heavy English accent the smirk still on his face
"I'm not in distress" I finished wrapping and shoved it into the box along with the bloody box cutter. I turned to him
"And I'm not a damsel either." I glared at him and cocked an eyebrow.
"I won't snitch. I was just here to find some one. Is your name camelle?"
"No" I gave him a look and started walking bad to my house. I had to get cleaned up before my dad saw.
"What is your name"he said chasing after me. I ignored him and kept walking but he caught up to me fast and studied me while I walked.
"Milo" he said suddenly stopping. I turned around to find him looking at me with wonder dancing behind his perfect face.
"Who told you my name?" The yellow distracted me from my stalker.
"I- no one I just-I guessed"
"Sure ok" I rolled my eyes and continued walking.
"I'm Oliver"
I ignored him. Oliver.
"If you find camelle tell her I'm looking for her" he yelled as I finally reached the concrete island that was my porch. I looked back to see if he had followed but he was gone. Vanished. Disappeared.
CZYTASZ
We Were Lost
Fantasy"This is what you were made for. We can't save them without you" I turned this over in my head. I wasn't supposed to be alive, that's why Ben was getting stronger. That's how I stopped him. I had to die.
