Finding for Something |Shawn Mendes|

Chapter 19

Masons Point of View

I woke up being embraced in a hug around my waist. I looked over my shoulder and it was Cameron.
I tried to pull away but, he kept pulling me back.
"Babe, stop moving!" He whined, with his deep raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"No, I need to go to the washroom and take my happy pills." I said sternly, pulling out of his grip.
"I only let go because you need your happy pills." He let me go and I walked towards the kitchen.

The only ones who were actually awake were Nash, Gilinsky, and Matt. Cameron ad Shawn were still sleeping; well kind of...

As I walked closer to the kitchen I heard laughter; masculine laughter. I walked closer but, making sure I wasn't able to be over heard.
"Yeah! Like when I picked Mason up, I think she thought I was going to rape her! Almost like her father did!?!" All of the guys laughed.
"She needs pills to control herself and needs pills so she doesn't get depressed. I should take some for my homework!" Nash laughed and so did the others.

That really hurt me....
I thought they actually cared....
That's right, no one cares about me....

I walked in the kitchen with tears in my eyes, trying to hid them. I reached over the island and grabbed the bottle of medication. I grabbed a glass of water and dumped the whole bottle of meds in the glass.

"Mason! What are you doing?! You need those!" Nash shrieked.
"Don't act like you care about me." I said, tears down my face as dumping the water and pills down the drain.
"What are you talking about?! Of course I care about you!" I shook my head rapidly.
"No you don't. If you actually cared, you wouldn't have been laughing at Matt when he was making fun of me! You don't know what has happened to Shawn or I. What I told you was like an introduction to my past. Don't ever talk to me again! Both you and Matt." I left the kitchen and locked myself in the bathroom.

Nash and Matt were slamming against the bathroom door yelling for me to come outside. Obviously I chose to stay in the bathroom.
I looked around for something sharp; shaving razor.
I went over to the shower and found one, taking it apart to get the blades.

I took one in hand and made at least 12 cuts down from my forearm to my wrist.

For Nash....
For Matt....
For Gilinsky....
For Cameron....
For My Father....
For My Mother....
For being Bullied....
For being a loser....
For being Emo....
For being Insecure....
For not Standing My Ground....
For having a Horrible Life....

The slamming against the door wouldn't stop and I just leaned against the main bath tub. Blood came flowing freely down my arm and I was starting to get dizzy. That's when the door was body checked open; I couldn't make out who or what was happening......

Everything became a huge blur in the sight of a 14 year old......