We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 12: Shyanne's Chapter.

•Shyanne•

I sigh, plopping down on my bed. I look around my room, it's quite a picture.

A white and black fluffy large bed, white walls and carpet, black furniture, zebra patterned curtains, a corner filled with stuffed animals, and then the walls; filled with photos.

Each hold a certain significance to me.

Most were family and friends.

And some, of just nature.

I look at some of the pictures.

The first one I look at, is of me, Savannah, and Mallory, when we were little. We were sitting next to the pond outside of Mallory and Savannah's old house, picking flowers. Well except Mallory; she didn't see any black flowers, if it wasn't a black rose, or even red or white rose, she hated it.

Really, she just picked grass and threw it at us.

*flashback*

I giggle, picking up a pretty daisy, and putting it in m hair.

"Look at me, Shy! I'm a pretty princess!" Savannah squeals, spinning around in her blue dress, flaunting off the flower crown upon her head.

"You guys are stupid." Mallory says, and throws some grass at us.

"You're so mean!" I say, and stick my tongue out at her.

"Yeah! And all you care about is black roses!" Savannah laughs.

"Hey! I like red and white ones, too. I hate all other flowers." She smiles, throwing some more grass at us.

"Stop!" I giggle, and run from her. Savannah trails behind, while Mallory continued chasing us, throwing grass in our direction.

*flashback over*

I smile at the memory. Me and Mallory were 6, and Savannah was 5, almost 6.

I look at a different one. It was about a month before Savannah and Mallory moved away.

Savannah had on a pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt, with her ridiculous boots she loved so much. I wore my normal jeans, and a green shirt. And Mallory, wearing her regular ripped skinny jeans, black converse, and a Beatles shirt.

We were all standing in a straight line, smiling at the camera.

*flashback*

"Mallory, smile at the camera!" My mom says.

"Do I have to?" She sighs.

My mom nods. Mallory groans, and puts on a fake smile.

*flashback over*

And the next one was when I first moved to England.

Me and Mallory were 16, and Savannah was 15.

Both Savannah and Mallory were wearing a Black Veil Brides shirt (but they were different), black skinny jeans, and black Converse. And I was bumming, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and Uggs.

*flashback*

"Omg, I've missed y'all!" I squeal, and pull the two into a tight hug.

Savannah jumps up and down, and Mallory just smiles.

"So how have you guys been?" I ask. "I'm great. Mallory got boring and antisocial, though. You know she has a butler? Claude! Come out here!" Savannah calls.

A tall man in a tailcoat with black hair, golden eyes, pale skin and glasses then walks out of the house.

"You called me, Madame Savannah?" He asks in a monotone. She nods, and points towards me.

"Ah, you must be Miss Shyanne. Hello, I'm Claude Faustus, butler to the Gilley Household, Miss Mallory's personal servant." He bows.

"Hi, Claude!" I say, happily.

*flashback over*

I look at the last photo taken.

It's of me, Mallory, and Sebastian. I wanted to take a selfie with Sebastian, and Mallory was sleeping.

*flashback*

I'm sitting on the couch beside Sebastian, watching Supernatural. He's not even paying attention to the show, he's just looking down at Mallory; she's sleeping, and curled up next to him. And he's been petting her hair, pretty much.

"Let's take a selfie!" I smile. "Okay." He says. I take out my phone, and smile at the camera, making sure to get Sebastian and little miss sleeping beauty in it. Sebastian looks up at the camera, and does the duck lips. I quickly take the picture, because I can't stop laughing.

Me and Sebastian can't stop laughing, which causes Mallory to wake up, and slap me and Sebastian in the face.

"Shut up and let me sleep!" She shouts, before cuddling back up next to Sebastian, and falling asleep again.

*flashback over*

I smile at the memories.

My phone rings, so I quickly pick it up.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hey, wanna come over? I'm bored." It's Mallory.

"Sure, I'll be over in a bit." I say, and hang the phone up.

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A/N

I'm hungry