Pentatonix and the Celebration

Mitch's POV

Panic flared in my chest as Kailyn stood up saying that she needed to get something from the cabin. Every fiber told me that she shouldn't go in there alone; therefore, I reached out to stop her.

Me: Be careful, please.

Kailyn's brown eyes were soft and gentle as she smiled warmly at me.

Kailyn: I'll be fine, Mitch.

I reluctantly released her arm and watched with fear in my brown eyes as she went to the door. She hesitated and glanced back at us. Please come back. I can't lose you. A wave of fear swept through my body as she disappeared into the cabin. My mind raced as I thought about what could happen. What if Jessica attacks and I'm not in there to protect her. With what she's been through, she could be killed instantly or be tortured to the point that she would die. And I still wasn't sure that she was fine because she was still shivering when she stood up. Mitch, don't be paranoid, her brown eyes were sparkling with love and joy. She probably has something for us or maybe she is getting the rest of the gift so Scott and Kirstin can open theirs. I scolded myself as I allowed myself to relax the slightest bit. Glancing over at Kirstin, who was sleeping peacefully against Scott. Instinctively I looked at her neck and could barely see her scar. A small smile spread across my face as I realized that it had healed. She still had pain at times, but was getting much better. I was still worried if she was getting enough sleep at night, because she has been having nightmares even with Kailyn in the same house as her. My heart ached for Kirstin and I sighed slightly. I watched as Scott gently rubbed her arm and I smiled knowing that he loved her. The admiration in his blue eyes was obvious and I knew that he wanted to take her on a date and probably marry her to keep her safe. I understood his reasons behind it because I wanted to do the same. Kirstin would be protected if she was married to Scott. Scott would make sure that she wouldn't be hurt by anyone that made me feel happy. It was also getting harder to tell that anything had ever happened to her. It made me relieved that my best friend wasn't close to death anymore. Something inside me made me wonder if Kailyn would or could be close to death as well. Come on, Kailyn. Please hurry. I begged silently as I turned my gaze to the door. Sighing, I began to fidget with my hands again. Scott didn't seem to share the same fear and dread that I had. Maybe I am just being paranoid. I convinced myself, but then that sense of dread came back, which made it hard to sit. After I stood up, I glanced once again at the cabin door. Unable to stand still, I began to pace. Every now and then, I would glance at the door. Was I becoming impatient? I've shown patience with this before, but what if something is wrong?

Me: Scott, she should be out by now. Do you think that I should go check on her?

Scott sighed as he turned his blue eyes on me. Why can't he see? Doesn't he love Kailyn as much as I do? I asked myself silently as I looked at my sleeping friend. Kirstin's hand was now on Scott's shirt and I watched with concern filling my brown eyes as her hand gripped his shirt. Scott didn't understand what was going on.

Scott: She'll be out soon. Don't worry, Mitch. You could easily be paranoid.

How can he even say that? I thought bitterly as I continued to pace. Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed that Kirstin's body began to tremble and that her eyes squeezed shut. Scott didn't seem to notice either. Suddenly Kirstin jolted awake, breaking heavily and trembling. Tears were streaming from her brown eyes and I rushed over to her side. Looking into her eyes I could see that they were filled with terror and sorrow? Why would she be having that much sorrow in her eyes? I questioned silently as I crouched beside my troubled friend and both of us attempted to calm Kirstin. Deep breaths, Kirstie. Calm down. I wanted to say, but fear and dread kept me from saying anything.

Scott: Kirstie, what's the matter?

Kirstin didn't seem to hear Scott and continued to stare ahead. Her brown eyes now unfocused with fear, grief, and pain. Please tell me she isn't having pain right now. However, when I looked into her eyes, I saw that it wasn't physicall pain; it was emotional pain. The pain that a mother would feel after losing the child she loved. Please don't tell me that Kailyn's dead. Then she leaned into Scott and buried her face in his chest, continuing to tremble. I placed my hand on her knee, and she looked up. Kirstin was gasping for air and was able to get two words out.