Cosima Sanctuary is a one of a kind safe house for teenage survivors, but when they realize that one of them is a psychopath, all hell breaks loose. The hunt is on for the psycho next door.
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Pain. All I felt was a burning sensation of pain throughout my body so I kept my eyes shut, trying to ignore the blood gushing out of my stomach. I wanted to move. I wanted to reach out to him. But no matter what I do, the pain was just unbearable... until I felt his hand hold mine.
The moment I opened my I eyes, I felt a different kind of pain, the kind of pain so worse that I would wish them for my enemies to suffer with.
"Miller..." I cried as I saw his pale face close to mine. He was in a lot of pain and his eyes were near shut but I could tell he's fighting it, he's fighting to stay awake, he's fighting hard to stay alive. He was in a lot of pain and he still managed to put a small smile on his face.
Miller and I are both on the floor, lying next to each other in a pool of blood. Our heads are tilted to each other's direction. I could hear Tasha and the others' voices but i'm giving all of my attention to Miller, the boy who did nothing but protect and believe in me even when I wouldn't believe myself.
I held his cold hand back and I couldn't help but sob upon feeling it tremble softly. He's growing weaker by the moment and I could feel him slowly slipping away from me. And it hurts me so much knowing I should've told him how I felt when I had time. I should've broke my walls earlier. I should've acknowledge everything that we felt. I should've remembered him sooner.
"D-do you.." Miller gulped and closed his eyes. He could barely speak, he was just gasping in pain and difficulty but I still understand what he meant.
"You used to love Bacon so much..." I tried to speak even if the pain in my stomach grew worse every time I move the slightest. But the pain i'm feeling right now is nothing compared to how much I want to be with him.
Using my free hand, I caressed his face tenderly while staring at his eyes. "I'm sorry for taking such a long time to remember you." And with all my remaining strength, I moved closer to him to plant a kiss on his forehead. I faced him once again as tears continued to fall from my eyes. "Why, Miller? Why didn't you remind me who you were?"
He moved his lips, he was just gasping but I could still read how his lips move. "Your past is too painful..."
The apologetic face in his eyes made me sob more. Just like in the past, all he does is protect me.
Tasha and I have been in the orphanage for as long as we could remember. Sister Marge said that our parents died in a car accident since we were just toddlers and since then, she took on the responsibility of taking care of us while we were in the orphanage.
The orphanage was owned by a child psychiatrist and pediatrician, they had a chubby son who loved bacon so much that he would keep them in his pocket. Every time the doctors would visit us for a check-up, he would always come along. Unlike us, he had a complete family, he had everything we didn't so most of the kids made fun of him; for the way he looked like and for the way he keeps bacon strips on his tiny pockets.
One day as I played tag with Tasha and the fellow kids, he arrived asking if he could play with us. The kids didn't want to play with him, they even made fun of the way his tiny clothes squeezed on his big frame. He tried to fight back by saying some mean stuff too so this one kid punched him in the face.
I saw how he fell and bled right in front of me. I got shocked and scared. But then I remembered what Sister Marge always said, do not do unto others what you don't want to do to you. I thought that maybe the kid punched him because he doesn't know how it feels like to be punched yet, so being the clueless kid that I was, I punched his face much to Tasha and all the little kids' shock. In the end, three of us ended up crying-- The chubby kid who got punched, the bully that I punched, and I whose hand was really hurting after punching someone.
The next day, as I was forced to read books in the library as part of my punishment, the chubby boy came to me and gave me a bacon as a sign of gratitude and friendship. He introduced himself as Miller. And from then on, we became the best of friends. We were so close that sometimes, Tasha would be mad and claim that Miller wants to steal me away from her.
Tasha and Miller eventually became friends too, but they just don't get along the way we do. Tasha went on to befriend other kids on the orphanage while Miller eventually became my closest friend. He would invite me to watch him practice soccer, cheer for him when he goes on try-outs, and eat bacon sandwich whenever he fails to get on the team. And whenever we got our vaccine shots in the orphanage, Miller was always there to hold me since Tasha was too scared to watch. He was always there whenever Tasha and I would fight on the pettiest things. And he was always around to give me bacon on the most random moments. Looking back I think it was pretty gross how he kept them on his pockets without any sort of container.
And then I was abducted.... With no Miller or Tasha around, I was lucky to find solace in Ledory an Aaron's friendship.
When I was rescued, Miller was the first person to visit me. It was the darkest day of my life but he was always there for me... Until I couldn't remember him being part of my life anymore.
"Miller..." I tried my best to speak even if my lips continued to tremble and my body in excruciating pain. "Miller, we still have so much to talk about so don't you dare leave me okay? I'm still gonna punch you for that stolen kiss. I'm still gonna tell you about how Baldwin's words kept on messing with my mind. I'm still gonna go on that date with you." My voice cracked as I sobbed uncontrollably.
I caressed his face again as I felt his hand loosened it's grip on mine.
"Miller are you still with me? Miller, diba magde-deate pa tayo? Niyaya mo na ako diba? Wag mo akong iindianin ha?" I cried.
He blinked and smiled weakly as an answer.
He breathed deep and tried to still his eyes open just to look at my eyes. I seized the moment to smile and utter the words I should've said all this time.
"I love you, Miller.." I confessed, leaning my forehead on his while planting a kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.. I'm sorry for always ignoring how I felt. If I could just undo..." I closed my eyes when he planted a kiss a soft kiss on my lips.
"I.. L-love you.." I read how his lips moved as we both stared at each other's eyes.
I smiled and cried. But my heart shattered when I saw how his eyes slowly began to close, until it never opened again, until his hand slowly let go of mine.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask for help. I wanted to beg heavens to bring him back, but all I could do was hug him, bury my face on his neck, and cry my heart out at the realization that his heart has already stopped beating.
