Counting Stars

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Mikey's POV

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I feel my eyes fludder open, a instant stinging sensation taking over my head.

Where am i?

What's going on?

Are the two top questions that take over my mind instantly.

Its then I feel a soft yet harsh cloth tied to my mouth, taped to my mouth.

My hands are held behind my back in what seems to also be duck tape, I try to squirm out, having no sucsess.

I try to remember what happened, how the hell I got into this situation.
Small fragments of loud shattering and pain shooting threw my body flood my memorie in broken pieces.
There's no doubt I was druged, still not fully aware.

I try to squirm, feeling my head hit the top of something, I let out a muffled groan.

Its pitch black in here, and its no doubt a small space.

I freeze, suddenly feeling very sick.

I'm in a trunk.

Just to prove my point, the car hits a bumb.

I let out a gasp, my eyes clenching shut.

Its then a hear another light groan, and shuffling beside me.

Almost instantly, I go to say something, but it only comes out as a loud "mmmh"

The person gasps beside me, body jerking violently.

Ya, its Zach.

I hear him shuffle around, letting out a muffled whimper.

God he must he freaking out so badly, worse than I am at least.

Zach has been threw more than me, Harvey did a lot to him when I left, he doesn't ever talk about it, but I can just tell.

I'm honestly a piece of worthless shit who shouldn't be on this earth, I'm just a huge waist of space, and me leaving zach when I was 14 didn't help.

I left because I couldnt take it anymore.

Couldn't take the abuse

The yelling

The fighting

The... Touching

I just couldn't take it, I tried to kill myself more than once... But that didn't work out to well.

As you can see I'm still here on this hell of a earth.

Traped in a damn trunk going hell knows where with hell knows who, drugged up on hell knows what.

I take a deap breath, trying to calm down.

"W-where a-a-are w-we" a soft,shaky voice whispers.

Zach.

I let out a muffled sound, letting him know I am tied up.

"M-mikey?" His voice cracks at the end.

I let out a muffled yes.

"O-o-ok I'm going t-t-to try to remove t-t-the tape" he whispers.

I let out the closes thing that sounds like a ok.

When I feel a shaky hand on my cheek, my body instinctively jerks away.

I hear a soft yelp, his hand instantly being pulled back.