Rebel {Shameron Fanfiction}

Chapter 5: Looking Like Death

I wake up and I was on the floor of my bathroom. I came home late, so my parents punish me and I crawled myself into the bathroom and punished myself as well. Why can I not do anything right? Because of this stupidity, I was being beaten by the people that care about me the most. I guess I went a little carry away with my "artwork."

I grabbed the sink and slowly pulled myself up. I felt extremely dizzy while standing up. I look in the mirror and I look like death. Dark circles under my eyes, paper white skin, and my eyes were bloodshot. I felt like death as well; my stomach was all in knots, my head is pounding, and both of my forearms are throbbing.

I look down at the floor to see a puddle of blood in front of where I was laying. It look like the sense from Psycho, where the murder kills the woman in the shower. I felt my headache becoming worse, but I have to clean this up. I grabbed a washcloth and put under the faucet, wetting it. Then I slowly kneel down, cleaning my mess up. I cleaned my arms and put my sweatshirt back on.

When I was done, with the wall as my guide, I go back into my room. I look at the time and it was three in the morning, or as I like to call it, the Devil's hour. I look back at the bathroom, making sure everything was in order. I then plopped down on my bed and pulled the covers over me. I said a collect full prayer before I officially go to sleep.

Only when I was about to go to sleep, I heard my phone buzz. I look and it was a text from him and it looked like a long paragraph. I was too weak to read so I just put my phone down and went into my deep slumber, almost like I was dead. That is what I am, better off nonexistent to the world, where I can not mess anything up.

I wake up and here I am on the floor again. Only I was not in my room anymore, or any room in that matter. I was just in a field with tall grass and blue sky over it. I heard a little girl laughing and running around. I turn to my head to the right, seeing a little girl and boy playing tag. I see them laughing and panting from all the fun they are having. They both fell down next to each other, catching their breath.

"Ally, will we always be together?" The boy asked.

"Of course, Shawn," she said looking over at him,"Why would you asked such a question?"

"Well mommy was talking about how people will die someday," he said sadly.

"Yes she is right people will die someday," she said sitting up,"So, I promise you that we will be together even when one of us passes away first."

"Pinky Promise?" He said holding out his pinky.

"Pinky Promise," she stated as their pinky intertwined.

I woke up sweating and feeling the heaviness in my heart. I heard a something drop off my bedside table. I look over to see this picture on the floor. I picked it up, turn on a light, to see my sister and I in field that my dream took place. I felt the tears welling up inside up me, but I mange to keep them in.

"Please God, take away this pain that I have been feeling for quite some time," I said pleading for something to change.

I look at the clock and I only slept for an hour. My head begins to pound again and my forearms start to yank. The horrible feelings hit me like bricks, my body is screaming for a pain killer, but I am not allowed to have pain killers. Since mom and dad have migraines all the time, so those are strictly for them. Even though I feel like death.

I then turn on my phone to see I had three text messages from him. So I decided to look at them. I was very surprised that he would text me at this late of an hour. I read all of them which made me smile, the flattering words he said to me.

I just want you to know that your pain and suffering is over. No more bullying, no more hurting, no more crying, and no more aching. Even though I have known you for a short time, you seem like an amazing person. Love be you angel 😇

Hey lovely, yes another nickname I am calling because you are lovely. Maybe one day you can take me to church so I can hear you sing and also I need Jesus 🤗🙏

Sorry I keep bothering you, especially at this hour. I mean you are probably dreaming angelic dreams. I just cannot help that you are different from other guys. You are so innocent, quiet, and can actually speak proper English. As you can tell I like different 🦄🦄.

I suddenly felt like I had ten million pounds have been lifted off my shoulders. I actually felt relaxed for some reason. This feeling that I am actually loved. I do not know why, but I felt like I am actually happy. For once in my teenage life, I am actually happy to be alive and some what well. My heart is fluttering, I feel like this is heaven on earth. I do not know why, but I never want to stop feeling like this.

I guess that what girls feel like what their boyfriend texts them first. How they would squeal, giggle, and talk more like brag about with their friends which is kind of annoying to see. Only to actually happen to you is a whole different subculture.

The butterflies, the pounding heart, and my stomach in knots. I feel so alive, so happy, so swell, even though I probably look like death.