||ᏴᎽ ͲᎻᎬ ᏟᏞᎪᏔ.|| ★ Miles 𝟒𝟐 X Reader.

Gʟᴀss sᴋʏ.

A warning.

This chapter involves speaking about a gun, murder and other spiteful things. This may be a  sensitive topic so I hope to not disrespect anyone With the words being used and said in this.

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Ring..

ringg..

Mm..

ZZT! -

YOU: "m-hh.."

Your head beaming, It's uncontrollable and intense.

You did just jump out the window down a zip line with prayers in your mind and the cold sky to snatch your adrenaline away.

The numbing pain, Made you feel twisted and nauseous,Had you just survived that? Living the day to tell the tale..?

Yes you have. And now your staring at the blue murky clouded sky.. You reach your hand up reaching for the clouds as the cold crisp air hits your eyelids to let you know, that this is Reality. Groggily looking around yourself, you noticed the hard rain beating down. The smell of petrichor rises from the ground, and then the pain follows. Your body is covered in shards of broken glass, cutting and prodding yourself constantly, and the sensation of cold, wet grass isn't the best way to wake up.   Touching the ground putting both palms down you felt the slightest pricks at your palms, slightly wincing at the glass shard falling on your sensitive cheek, Your eyes open a little more..As you painfully sit up and dust the glass pieces off your arms and..Just everywhere. You only made it worse,The small glass that you couldn't really predict,Cut through your clothes and slightly slashes at your cold skin, You had a fresh cut on both arms,And your waist hurts so bad, You twist some the pain stretching along with the fabric that's wrapped around it giving a aching pain as you quickly sucked in air, gently pressing your finger tips to your sides lifting up your arm as if you were stretching while sitting down,You find more glass pricking at your sides inside the folds and creases, Your knees are covered in dirt glass and grass. Your face has slight scratches and you have a small knot on the side of your head too. You took deep breaths not really remembering what had happened, You looked around at your atmosphere. The building far from where you sat, Had red lights flaring, and slight siren noises screeching from the far structure, A hole of shattered glass, made a silhouette of some sort,that was distorted on it's own. A black rope so thick and long was slithered to the ground with a rip near it's line. Like it was torn apart by a force..

This left you stuck, Your memory was still fogged in your head, just as clogged as your ears from the ringing, You hadn't even fully sat up yet,your eyes slowly opening and closing as you focused on your breath,you tried not to hyperventilate. Your fingers just brushing your skin. You look at the patch of grass and bushes,With big rocks and small pebbles. The street was wet with rain, The trees damped along with the silk cold grass you sat apon, A low grunt bounced in your eardrums, Your eyes becoming more focused as you jerked your hips closer to the noise you just heard. Your legs felt like jelly, Numb with the slight sprinkle of rain  decorating the fabric which left you cold, Shuttering slightly you took another breath breaking from the ringing in your ears once your eyes spotted-