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Monday
March 7th
4: 00am
The sound of shattering glass jolted me awake, my eyes looked around my room before I ultimately decided I was going to go and check out what the noise was.
Now I know what you're thinking: 'No Milo don't go after the noise like the white people do in every over-the-top horror movie!'
It's fine though, I figure if it's my time to go hopefully it's by a really hot slasher who sees me and is immediately like 'oh no I can't kill him, He's too cute' but then decides to murder me before his feelings can fully grow.
Anyways, I get up out of my bed before making my way slowly over towards my bedroom window, peeking through the blind to see if there's a car or anything.
I don't see anything or anyone, so I turn around and make my way towards my door I pull open the door leaning my head out so I could look down both ends of the hallway.
and then everything went black.
Friday
December 7th
9:00am
Someone is kicking me in the side, where am I?
I open my eyes.
Then immediately close them again, it's very bright wherever I am.
"Wake up." a deep voice says from above me, their foot digs harder into my side and I grunt out in slight pain. "Kid you can't sleep here." the voice says again, my eyes open again before I start rapidly blinking against the assault of the light against my eyes.
Once my eyes have adjusted to the sudden onslaught of aggressive lighting, I can partly make out a man's face.
he is looking down at me, his body bent over a bit so he could see me fully.
"Where-" I cut myself off with a sudden gasp as a pain filled every nook and cranny of my head, I squeezed my eyes closed until the pain went away. "Where am I?" I asked the stranger who only scoffed before pulling me to stand by the collar of my shirt. (When had I put on a shirt?)
"You're in New York, sleeping on a bench in the middle of a snowstorm." as he spoke, I suddenly felt the cold deep in my bones.
"it's march, how-how is it snowing in March?" I asked as I looked around, there were people walking around, some huddled in close to themselves, others walking as if it was merely a hot day instead of a cold and snowy one.
The man rolled his eyes, before looking over my face, now that he was so close to me, I could make out his sharp jaw, his hooked nose and his almond shaped green eyes.
he was really pretty, I found myself staring at him.
he cleared his throat; his cheeks were slightly pink as the wind whipped against our faces.
"It's December 7th, not march." he spoke, annoyance clear in his tone as he finally let go of my shirt.
"Where in Newyork am I?" I asked him, I was hoping I didn't look as freaked out as I felt.
Where did the pass nine months of my life go? this doesn't make any sense.
he cracked his neck. "DeWitt Clinton Park." he spoke, turning to look at a girl who was bounding over towards us, a panicked look on her face.
And suddenly, everything went black again.
Saturday
December 8th
5:00pm
I sat up with a gasp, my eyes opened, and I looked around before realizing I was in a hospital room.
Someone was immediately beside me, their hands running over my shoulders.
"Oh, Milo." a voice sounding muffled by tears came from beside me, I looked over.
A Blonde woman was staring at me, her hands rubbing into my shoulder.
"Mom? you dyed your hair?" I asked, was that my voice? it sounded rough and gravelly.
Suddenly she was hugging me, tightly.
"you've been gone for nine months, Milo! the police told me you'd been taken! they found broken glass downstairs, and blood in your room. I thought you had died!" she sounded frantic; I was taken? how come-
"Mrs. Washington? the police want to speak to him now." A woman poked her head into my hospital room, her black hair pulled back out of her face.
my mother nodded before stepping back, the door opened wider so a big burly white man could come into the room.
He shut the door behind him.
"So. Milo." he spoke as if I was in trouble.
"Can you tell us what happened?" he asked, a notepad and a pen in his hands as he finally looked at me.
"Um, I woke up because it sounded like something had broken and I went over to my window to see if a car or anything was outside and when I didn't see anything I opened my bedroom door and I looked down both sides of the hallway and then um..." I spoke, scrunching my eyebrows together before resuming. "Everything went black and then suddenly I woke up to a guy nudging me really hard in the side with his foot and he seemed upset that I was sleeping on a bench?" I said the last sentence like it was a question. the police officer looked at me like he was slightly confused.
"This guy, woke you up and was upset you were sleeping on a bench?" He asked.
I shrugged; my head was hurting. I blinked and suddenly I was no longer in the hospital bed, a man was standing over me, a knife in his hand as he dragged the blade down the side of my face, it hurt really bad.
He was speaking but I couldn't hear or understand him, he looked really upset as he did what he did, and then suddenly he kicked me in the stomach, over and over and over again.
I began apologizing before he began to kick me harder, I puked everywhere.
And suddenly I was back in the hospital room, my body was seizing and I cou0ld hear my mother screaming fpr the doctors but for some reason no one was coming, before the guy from earlier, the one that woke me up was standing over me; his hand pressed against my forehead as he sighed deeply, eyes flashing gold for a second before he spoke. "You truly are troublesome." and suddenly my body stopped seizing and he was gone,
"He was just here! the man who woke me up! he was here!" I said franticly, now sitting up again.
my mother looked at me strangely as the officer spoke.
"Son, no one but us was in this room, not even the doctors."