#thelostboy

It was barely 11:53 pm when your group of friends decided to hang off of one of the many bridges in Santa Carla. You were high off of bud and literally buzzing with energy.

You laughed with Hannah as she clamped her hands down on the many bars underneath the old rickety planks of the bridge. She slid off, screaming as the adrenaline high hit her; swinging carelessly in the air.

“We should go to the other bridge-” You cut off Augusta’s attempts to sway your actions, butt hitting the bridge as you scooted yourself over the edge.

“Don’t freak out on us now, Auggie!” She frowned at your sudden interruption, clenching her jaw. “The night is still young,” She merely rolled her eyes at your antics before you joined Hannah on the pipes below. The brunette walked off, leaving you and Hannah on the bridge before disappearing into the mist of the forest nearby.

“Is she going home?” Hannah asked, kicking your leg with a grin on her face. Hannah was practically an imp; mischievous and full of energy.  You nodded, responding with a swift kick to her ass before calling out for your friend in a taunting manner.  

“Augusta!” Hannah giggled,  letting go of one hand and wiping the sweat off on her sweater.  “AUGGIE! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Don’t tell me you actually left!” You egged on,  swinging your body around, oblivious to the ache growing in your forearms.

“I’m just.... sure ... idiots don’t ... yourselves!” A faint voice from below yelled. You grinned. The adrenaline junkie in you wasn’t surprised she hadn’t left, but the ‘sober’ you was grateful she was always there to make sure you didn’t die. “Train’s... g-... off!” Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes glancing at Hannah who had stopped swinging herself.

“What?!” Hannah asked, clearly confused as well.

“I said ‘The Train - get - soon!” Augusta yelled back. Your hands were burning now, and the sudden spike of your thudding heart echoing in your ears was not helping at all.  “HURRY UP!”

You nearly jumped when the bar started jiggling around. Hannah quickly scrambled to get up, sitting on the edge and extending her hand out towards you in a vain attempt to pull you up.  You glanced east, watching at the bright, single light of the train that came bustling towards you.

“Grab my hand, (Y/n)!” Hannah yelled, the roar of the train making it near impossible to hear her. You strained your arms, hoping to latch onto one of the planks or correct your grip, but alas, this was no perfect world.   

The moment you slipped, a scream left your lips. Your heart never beat so fast, you felt as if it were trying to explode. Your body felt weightless, like a leaf flowing through the air on a windy day. You couldn’t help but close your eyes once the adrenaline left your body, oblivious to the growing earth beneath you as sudden darkness enveloped you. 

Hannah could only scream when she watched you disappear beneath the thick mist, hoping that Augusta would be there to catch you or at least break your fall. Scrambling to get up, the blonde pressed her back to the rails, waiting for the train to stop moving before she ran towards the other side of the bridge. She looked away from the floor momentarily, nearly screaming when she noticed the boys sitting on their bikes. 

“What’s wrong, Hannah?” The platinum blonde asked tauntingly, ignoring the frantic look on her face.  “You look scared?” Hannah’s arm was grabbed before being pulled towards David, but before he could make another remark, the glam rocker, Paul, glanced around before interrupting him, 

“It’s past midnight, Where the hell is (Y/n) and Augusta? I thought they were here with you?” A sob escaped Hannah’s lips before she ripped her arm away from David and ran down the path leading to the bottom of the small crevasse. The boys looked at each other before getting off their bikes and walking after her. 

A harsh breeze caused them to still; blood. Paul was practically running, passing The petite blonde. He screeched to a halt when he noticed your unconscious form crumpled on top of the brunette Dwayne had become infatuated with. 

“What the  fuck happened?” He heard David snarl at the blonde, who was now rambling on about the train and how you slipped, most likely Augusta breaking your fall as Marko helped Paul and Dwayne untangle the girls. 

You were bleeding heavily from your leg and arm, where bruises and fresh gashes marked you up, but as far as he could tell, nothing was broken. Augusta on the other hand, was still conscious, nearly screaming as Dwayne laid her down on the ground, her bloody hand grasping your own as she cried for you to wake up. 

You merely laid limply on the ground, head resting on Paul’s lap as he cradled your injured form. 

From the looks of it, Augusta got the worst of it, having broken her arm and cutting open the side of her head. 

David was berating the blonde, nearly exposing himself just before Dwayne yelled out for him. Augusta was becoming delusional, between screaming and crying for you, and expressing her own sharp pains.  

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When you awoke, you were met with a pair of baby blue eyes staring down at you, full of worry and concern.  You rubbed your eyes, confused and aching as you sat up from Paul’s lap. 

“What happened?” You asked stupidly. Of course, you remembered what happened, you just need to hear it from someone else. 

“You almost died,” David said before paul could even open his mouth. You ignored the platinum blonde's tone before looking around, searching for your two friends. “you won't find blondie here. She skipped town after leaving you two on the bridge,” The lie was suave, yet it was the only thing they could say without making you question her whereabouts at the moment; most likely mutilated and shoved off of Hudson's bluff. 

Being in no mood to take David on at the moment, you laid your head back down on Paul’s lap, eyes drifting around before they widened to the size of dinner plates when they landed on Augusta’s sleeping form leaned against Dwayne on the other side of the room. 

Paul said nothing as you shot up once more, practically running to the brunette, and ignoring Dwayne's glare. 

“Is that a bloodstain?”  You asked, eyes locked on the single drop of blood that had dripped from Augusta’s lips, and onto her yellow crop. 

“Why don’t you sit down, (Y/n),” Paul suggested, patting the space on the sofa beside him, just as Marko waltzed in with a struggling surf Nazi. 

Let's just say you no longer had to fear injury while performing your adrenaline-driven stunts anymore.