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Uncaged

She speaks with a weeping heart in front of an enormous crowd during the pageant, dying to tell the hurts of our hearts with utmost sincerity. She stood alone with confidence in her expression, with the strength to free herself from the cages of her own self-hatred.

Mia’s eyes opened, her vision blurred for several seconds before clearing. Her gaze drifted to the floor of her hotel room; bottles of liquor scattered the floor, along with a few random pieces of clothing she’d thrown around the room in blind rage. Reaching for her phone, Mia began scrolling through her messages, hoping to find one that didn’t reaffirm the harsh reality that had curled it’s fist and punched her in the face. Trevor was dead. Her brother was dead. The thought alone made the youngest Cohen hurl her phone at the nearest wall, watching it shatter. Standing up, she turned and began tearing at the sheets on her bed. It amazed her how in only a matter of a few days, her entire life had unraveled. On moment, her and her siblings were on top of the world, and now here she was, mourning the loss of one of them. Her mind tried kept trying to remind her off all the terrible things he’d done, but truthfully, in that moment, Mia didn’t care. All she wanted was to pick up her phone to call Trevor and have him answer, even if it was just to tell him he was busy and not to bother him.

Her chest heaved up and down as tears slid down the young blonde’s cheeks, seeing the destruction she’d caused in her room; her bed sheets were thrown around the room, a vase lay shatted a few feet away. Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, Mia reached out for the pack of cigarettes that lay on her bedside table. Walking towards the outdoor balcony, Mia swung open the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the cement landing. A gentle breeze had begun to blow, which normally Mia would find calming, but now just made her insides feel cold. Lifting the cigarette to her lips, Mia rested her elbows on the balcony rail and reached for the lighter in her pocket. With shaky hands, she tried and failed to get the lighter to light. Eventually with all her fidgeting, Mia accidently dropped the lighter over the landing, sending it nearly 25 stories straight down. Ripping the cigarette from her mouth, Mia threw it in anger as her gaze caught sight of the drop below. Reaching for one of the chairs that had been left outside, Mia stepped onto it before carefully stepping up onto the balcony.

Her hands gripped the bottom of the balcony that was above her room as she looked down into the Los Angeles streets. Cars were zooming past and people were walking, all of them completely unaware of the 5’7 blonde towering above them. Mia couldn’t do anything except stare, tears brimming her eyes causing her vision to blur yet again. The breeze came again, this time harder, causing Mia’s balance to stumble just slightly. Her foot dangled off the edge for the briefest of moments before Mia pulled it back. Reaching down, she grasped a firm hold onto the ledge of her own balcony before lowering herself down back onto the cement landing. Mia stumbled back into a chair, clutching her knees to her chest as her tears began to flow freely and her entire body shook. In that moment, the cold truth of reality had finally hit her.

Taking in a slow breath, Aria pulled out her cell phone with a shaking hand. Herself and four other Amets had just been ambushed by a group of hunters in France and were blindfolded, gagged, and taken to another location. Fortunately for herself she wasn’t with her partner. Unfortunately for the other four, they were. Blood from both species was already drying onto her skin and clothes and it took just about every ounce of strength Aria had to ignore the fact most of the blood wasn’t her own. Making it just outside of the large forest onto the border of a highway, she kneeled down onto the grass. It was so late…or early, one or the other being as the highway was for the most part abandoned. Slowly she punched a number into her phone, her mind being too numb to tell her to stop. It should be sometime in the afternoon in the United States, depending on where he was. He was awake, she only hoped her sister wasn’t around him. After several rings, he picked up. “Hello?" Her breath caught in her throat, for some reason apart of her was expecting him not to answer. Aria had blocked out the number naturally and for some reason even with that, she felt whatever safety net she had that kept her from him was suddenly being ripped away. "…Hello?" His tone of voice was growing irritated now and she knew unless she said something he’d hang up. Though truth be told, even the hello was enough.

She had tears falling down her face and was finding it hard to breathe normally but for whatever reason she forced out a small ‘Hi.’ “Charlie? What’s wrong?" His voice suddenly filled with concern and she bit her lip realizing he thought she was her sister. "I’m just having a really bad day. I…needed to hear your voice." It was the truth. No act of her’s to pretend to be her sister as she had over so many years, his voice brought comfort to her. After a string of sentences including things she didn’t quite understand because she wasn’t sure where they were living or where Charlie was working, he reassured her everything would be okay and he’d see her later that afternoon. And for a moment she could see his smile. Nodding even though he couldn’t see it, Aria sniffled a little. For a second, she almost believed it. She’d see him soon. "Okay, Carter.”

“I love you.”

Character: Tyler Hill. 

FC: Dylan O'Brien.

It was almost noon and the time was getting closer. Tyler stood right behind Ryan, who was waiting for this older guy to appear. He wasn't really someone who liked the way one of his best friends treated people, but who was him to judge? He couldn't help but be there whenever the other guy needed him to. He played with his thumbs and looked back and forth from Ryan to his hands "What are you looking at?" The dark haired guy asked. Tyler just shook his head and got his attention back to his hands.