Rebel {Shameron Fanfiction}

Chapter 8: Thunder and Lightning

He just left not more than a few seconds ago. I heard the doors close and off he went. It almost like the door slamming was a cue for them to start bombarding me with insults. A cluster of abusive words that people said to me in the past were cutting my heart like knives. Their voices started as inaudible, but then gradually started becoming louder and louder until they were screaming in my ears.

I cover my ears pleading for them to stop. Only they did not, but screamed louder until my ears started to ring. I bumped into a wall next to the television set and I slowly slide down the wall until my knees touch my forehead. I cover my face as I dig my nails into my thighs. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the waterfall of agony and sorrow.

I need to stand up and do something instead of lying there,  tying like the wimp I am. Since my mind and body have completely lost in touch with each other because of them, I could not function. I was stuck in one place,  listening to high-pitched screams of my demons. I felt like bursting into tears, but I knew I need to stay strong.

I manage to move my hand, grab the table where the television is on, and pull myself up. I felt really dizzy, like I just made it off the Tilt-O-Whirl. I started seeing colors so I could not see what was in front of me. I then bumped into the coffee table and fell to the ground. The room started to spin again and it all fade to black.

I then awaken by the claps of thunder coming from outside. I scream from fright at the loud noise, not caring because no one is here. I realize there was a washcloth on my head. I look down and I was in bedroom. The lightning lit up the room for a couple seconds revealing a person sitting in the corner of the room by my closet. Their head lifted up by my girly scream, and looked around my room. I almost feel out of bed when I saw their face.

"H-How did you open my door?" I asked nervously,"I thought I locked it."

"Nope, as soon as I walked off your porch, I realize I left your phone on the table, " he explained,"So I went back inside and saw you screaming for someone to stop then you started to shake and then you passed out."

I took the pillow and put it over my face, groaning. I laid back on the bed, pondering with myself. He probably thinks I am insane. He probably called the nearest asylum so they can lock me up. No more weird church boy. The one person I did not want to find out had be the first person to find out. I mentally roll my eyes, not wanting to take the pillow off my face. I would not dare to look in those eyes seeing utter horror written all over his face.

I then felt someone take the pillow off, feeling the cold air again. He pulled me back up and looked me straight in the eyes. The expression on his face was unknown, it was just an intense blank stare he was giving me. If looks could kill I would be long gone. He look down and took my hands, squeezing them from time to time.

"Shawn, you have to be honest with me," he said in a serious tone,"Do you hear voices?"

Do not tell him, you fool!

He will only want to use that information against you.

I squirmed in my chair and looked down from our hands. As I felt myself becoming more and more venerable the more I am with him. I look up at him and shook my head no. I did not want him part of this mess I am in. He does not need to help me, besides he would not even know where to story.

I am like an old Bible written in Latin. He would not know how to comprehend the language because Latin is a dead language. Also he would not know which gospel is which, what verse to look for, and it would just be a complete waste of time.

Which is true, who wants to understand me because I am indeed a complicated person, hard to grasp the concept of me still functioning. So I am saving him from a world confusion and misery which explains me in a nutshell.

"Shawn, I can help you," he said squeezing my hands once more.

"Hey, I am perfectly fine," I lied,"It will never happen again, so do not worry about it."

He still looked concern, but accepted the fact that everything is fine. I laid back down, hearing the thunder crash and the lightning illuminating the sky. I curl up and shivered a little because it is so cold. Just then I felt a warm blanket being put over me. I smiled and snuggled into my pillow more.

I felt him rubbing my back. It send chills up my spine and made me shutter. He started to hum a song in my ear, so softly and sweet, making my eyes grow heavy.

I never want this to stop, his soft touch is almost irresistible. I need his touch in my life, it is like a drug I am now addicted to. He makes me feel so much better, actually making me happy. I whimpered when he hit one of my bruises. He stopped for a moment, and I looked up at him.

"Why d-did you stop?" I asked sleepily.

"I thought I hurt you," he said kneeling down.

"It was just little bruise, you are okay," I said smiling up at him.

Even though, the thunder and lightning are going off outside bothering everyone else. I have him to make me feel safe, sound, and loved.