Save Me (Shawn Mendes)

Ch. 24

Shawn's POV

For the past few days, Bri has been ignoring me and I have no idea why. And I can't text her to ask because my phone is dead and I haven't gotten time to charge it.

I've gotten really worried that she has thought that I have been betraying her.

I hope she didn't see me with that girl at the mall.

When I was coming back from the store, I was opening the door to my room to put my wallet in there.

When I opened up the door, nobody was there, but I felt some bodies presence.

But I didn't let it get to my head. So, I put my wallet on my shelf next to my pills. I saw a note under my pills.

I opened it up and read it.

It was from Bri. It explained how she did see me with that girl and that she started harming herself again. Once I finished reading the note, I started to mess up my sheets on my bed and throw them on the floor.

I was pissed off. I was pissed that she didn't know the whole story. I was pissed that she started harming again and didn't even bother to talk to me.

I was so angry. I was breaking my spelling bee trophies from 2,3,& 4th grade. I was almost out of stuff to break when it came down to my guitar and I.

I didn't want to do it, but my body told me that I had to.

So, I traced my fingers over to strings one more time and grabbed the handle of the guitar. I lifted the guitar over my head and was about to smash it on the ground when a tear fell from my eye.

I put the guitar back on its stand and sat down on my bed. How could I be so stupid? I shouldn't be angry at all about this because it is all my fault. I'm the reason that Bri is sad, and I'm the reason that she started harming again, and I'm the reason why she won't ever talk to me again.

I was crying a lot, because I was thinking about all the fun times that Bri and I had.

But I still felt as it somebody was in the room with me.

"Hello?" I asked.

No answer.

Then, I decided to look around. I looked first in my closet and behind all of my clothes. Then, I looked in the bathroom and looked everywhere, the cabinet under the sink, behind the shower curtain. I looked in my room, behind the dresser, behind the bed, again in the closet, but I found nothing.

But I still felt as if somebody else was in the room.

Then, I had a brilliant idea and looked under the bed. I stopped on the right side of the bed and slowly bent over and quickly snapped the sheet up.

When I saw her face, I didn't know if I was relieved, pissed, or embarrassed.