In the darkness.

The Nightmares

"Come on, bro, are you scared? Let's go! I want to check out that old house we found in the woods."

"Mila, I already told you I don't want to hang out with you. Nic and I are hanging out, and I don't want my baby sister to tag along. Just go away."

"You never want to hang out with me anymore! It's always about Nic-this, Nic-that. It's like I'm not even here anymore. Fine, I'll go by myself."

I was going to stop her, but I heard Nic at the door. It's fine, I told myself. Mila will be okay; just leave her be. My aunt, as I was walking out the door, said, "Be home before 10 p.m. tonight."

"Hey, Nic, sorry for keeping you waiting. My sister was acting like a baby again. So, what are we doing today?"

"Well, I was thinking we could go to my house and play some games."

"Okay, sounds cool to me."

Time skipped ahead: I better start heading home; my aunt will want me back by ten. As I left Nic's place and made the walk home, something didn't feel right. When I walked in the door, my aunt came to me and said that my sister hadn't come home yet, and she was starting to get scared. This didn't feel right-Mila never does anything like this.

I told my aunt that I was going to bed and that my sister was fine she was just mad and she would be home shortly then told her to get me if anything was wrong. The next morning, when I woke up, the cops were in the living room. My aunt informed me that my sister was missing.

Somehow, I feel like this is my fault for not hanging out with her yesterday. She has no friends like I do; no one at school talks to her. I'm her only friend, and now she's gone because of me. No, this has to be some kind of joke. She'll be fine, right?

Milas pov

I wanted to cry, but I refused to let him get to me like this. Why does he always do this? It's always about Nic. I don't mind him, but it feels like my brother doesn't care about me at all. I'll check out that house in the woods by myself; it's only 3 in the afternoon, and I have plenty of time before I need to be home. Matteo gets to stay out later than I do, but I have to be home by 9. I guess it's not that bad after all.

I was lost in thought when I noticed a car following me. No, I won't let myself feel paranoid; I'm fine. Nothing is wrong. But I will make sure of that. I'll turn the block and see if they're still behind me-sounds like a good plan.

As I turn the corner, the car is still there. I can't ignore it-something is off. I need to run. I know I'm a fast runner, and I can lose them. I'll make it home to my aunt safely. I just need to stop overthinking and start moving. As soon as I take off, I hear them behind me. What's the plan now? I can lose them in the woods; they don't know it like I do. I'll find out-they won't catch me.

I have to try. If I don't, I could be in real danger. Lost in my thoughts again, I trip over a stick. My ankle hurts, but that's not going to stop me. They're coming after me; I need a place to hide. God, I need your help.

Then I got an idea: I'll hide in the trees. I find the biggest one and listen for any sounds. It seems quiet; maybe they've given up. Just as I think I'm safe, someone grabs me by the back of my neck, their nails digging into my skin. I fight back, clawing and scratching their arm, but they think my struggle is amusing. They squeeze harder, and darkness begins to close in around me.

I hear another voice ask a question, but I can't make it out through the haze. My last conscious thought is, "Why me, God? After everything with my family, what did I do to deserve this?" But I know I won't give up without a fight.

Matteo Pov

God, I'm feeling completely drained. Sleep isn't coming easily, and I keep being haunted by nightmares about Mila. If only I had been there for her, maybe she would still be safe and sound. Everyone around us thinks she just ran away, but I know deep down that she would never do something like that to me. I can't shake the feeling that I should have been a better brother, protecting her like I promised.

At school, the other kids won't stop asking about her, wondering what happened to her. Each question only deepens my anxiety and pain. I feel utterly lost and scared at the thought that she might be gone forever, just like Mom and Dad. I made a promise to our parents to always look out for her and to take care of her, and right now, it feels like I've failed that promise.

Earlier, I overheard my aunt talking on the phone, and her voice was filled with sorrow. I rushed over to her, my heart racing, and asked what was wrong. I could sense it was something serious; I feared it might be the police. She told me they had found Mila's bag in the woods, along with her phone and camera, scattered among the leaves and dirt. My heart sank as she revealed that the police think Mila might have been kidnapped. At that moment, I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore-I broke down and cried like a little kid, feeling helpless and heartbroken. All I want is Mia back

Sorry if it is not good plz tell me what you guys think and if you like plz vote 10 votes for a 2-part and mia is her nickname that her dad call her when he was alive