Flashback
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Atlas was completely hopeless and lost as he watched Vincenzo run away and disappear before his eyes. He stretched an arm forward, opening his palm, dramatically yelling out his name. But to no avail, he was already gone. One Direction and BTS swarmed around him, cornering him as he sat on his knees. No matter how much he strained his opera singer lungs, Vincenzo didn’t turn back. As if Atlas was so irrelevant to him. He was cornered, his kidnappers gathering around him in a circle as if they were a cult. What were they going to do? Sacrifice him? At that moment Atlas wished he wasn’t born so handsome, with his sky blue azure cerulean sapphire ocean orbs twinkling in the sunlight like the blades of his kidnappers.
He remembered that morning, getting ready for his mother’s funeral. She was a wanted criminal for stealing large amounts of alcohol from the grocery store and was sentenced to a life in prison. Atlas remembered her final words, the words she always said to him, she’d rather die a free woman than be trapped in a prison with no access to alcohol. And at that moment, he stood in front of his mirror, gazing longingly into his reflection. A single tear fell down his face. He’d never felt so lost and alone.
It reminded him of his past, how he’d always feel this way ever since he was brought into this world. His grandfather died when he was 3 in a boating accident, then his grandmother fell out of a truck when he was 4. When he was 5 he lost his pet goldfish due to a meteor striking his house, and that’s when he had to move to a trailer park with his parents. They were struggling, poor, but they had each other. Until he lost both of his parents and was sold to One Direction, where he was truly and utterly alone.
But that wasn’t what he was upset about. Anyone would be happy to be swept away and rescued by a pop band when at their lowest. But what he felt betrayed about was the note he saw by the mirror — his mother faked her death and sold him to One Direction so she could afford more illegal activities. He was just money to her. That was the last thing he remembered seeing before he was taken away from his home, dragged away easily due to his small 6’1 body.
There was no light in the unsuspicious white van, no light in his future. Maybe because he was blindfolded, but he couldn’t know. And when Vincenzo, his prince with a shining bald head appeared, he finally had hope that somebody would rescue him from his neverending tragic life. He finally saw the light. Because that’s when he took off his blindfold.
He couldn’t let him escape. He wouldn’t lose another person.
“Wait for me! Please!” he yelled out again, his voice nearly drowned out by the chanting. He was almost surrounded, he didn’t have much time before he’d be taken back into their lair. Yes, this whole monologue happened in the span of one second because time slows down when you’re randomly reminiscing your tragic backstory. At that moment the surroundings turned pitch black and picture this, you could only see Atlas’ and Vincenzo’s silhouettes, as to bring attention to their dramatic moment. “Vinnie! You’re all I have!” he yelled again, time stopping completely as he awaited his answer.