Charlotte's POV
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i run to the hospital alone hoping i'm in time. people in the waiting room stare at me probably thinking i'm crazy. i slow down once the counter is in sight."can, i, see, Macy, Jones?" i ask out of breath.
the lady nods and points to a room in the corner. room 222. funny. Macy's favorite number is 2. she told me it was because we met when we were 2. she said i was the only light in her life.
she's my best friend and i'm hers. i don't want to see her in a hospital bed, but i have to. i need to see her.
i slowly open the door, cautious as to how badly hurt she is. i had a heart attack when i saw her.
tubes running from her face to machines keeping her alive. i should have gone with her. no matter what we fought over. why did i let her go alone?
i sit down in a chair nearby and hold her hand covered in burn marks and bandages.
"Macy," i start off, "i love you. i really do. i'm sorry about the fight. i should have followed you. i should have stopped you. slap some sense into you, as you would say. i will never forgive myself for this. for putting you here. you would have never gotten in that car accident. this is all my fault. i will make it up to you. i promise. just please, wake up. this is random, but remember in 3rd grade when you refused to get a time out and talked back to the teacher? you got sent to the principal's office and i had to wait for an hour because i was your ride home." i chuckled a bit with tears falling on my face, "i remember clearly hearing you argue with the principal. or what about last year, when you "accidentally" put too much baking powder in the vinegar and caused so much of a mess. i miss those days Macy. i want to make more unforgettable memories with you. please, just stay."
i concluded my speech and waited outside for a doctor to tell me if its how bad as it looks. i recap on my life and especially the memories with Macy.
i wipe my tears thinking i wasn't going to cry anymore.
turns out, i was wrong.
i burst out into tears thinking i would have to live life without my best friend, my sister.
i feel something rubbing against my back. its feels like a hand. i look over to see a guy around my age comforting me. a stranger.
"w-who are you?" i ask stuttering as i try to comprehend the situation.
"i'm Shawn. Shawn Mendes."
"i-i'm Charlotte Mason." i reply.
why is a total stranger comforting me? but i kinda need it right now.
i throw my arms around him and cry my heart out.
"its okay. it will be okay. trust me."
Shawn coos. i find it hard to believe him but i hope he's right.
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