Kylie's POV
I sprinted downstairs searching for him.
I looked everywhere upstairs before that and nobody was there.
"Shawn!" I yelled.
"Shawn!" I repeated.
I was starting to freak out.
I had tears forming in my eyes and I could barely see.
"Shawn!" I screamed.
I was in the kitchen now and I was running around the counter probably looking like a maniac.
"Shawn! Where are you!?" I yelled.
Nothing.
I started freaking out a lot.
"Shawn? Where are you?" I tried to yell, but it only came out as a cracked voice.
I had tears streaming down my cheeks.
Where was he?
Uncontrollably, my body fell to the floor, and I wrapped my hands around my knees to be in the fetal position.
I tried to cry, but no tears came out.
After about two minutes, I noticed that I wasn't even sad anymore. I was angry. I wanted to find him.
I looked at my hands to see them clenched together, and pale white from me squeezing them too hard.
I sat up and screamed.
But, it wasn't like a scared scream or a sad one, it was more of a distressed, frustrated scream.
I kept growing angrier and angrier, but I did not know why.
I clenched my hands together more than humanly possible. I was about to take a knife and throw it at the wall, I was so angry.
But, then I unclenched my hands and took a deep breath.
Inhale
And exhale.
Once I calmed down, I slowly looked down at my shaking hands and I kept my eyes strained on them.
Inhale
Exhale.
My hands were shaking mildly and I started counting.
"One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten..." but the list went on.
It didn't stop at ten.
It went on to eleven, twelve, and eventually thirteen.
I was shaking horribly now, my whole body trembling in fear.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my legs to my chest.
"It was all just a dream...It was all just a dream," I repeat.
I shoot up in my bed without a sound.
