A Little Too Much | Shawn Mendes (COMPLETED)

21 | I Want You With Me

I lost count of how many days I've been locked in the attic. It's been a long time though, because my throat is so dry I can barely swallow, and my stomach aches from rumbling so badly.

I sigh. How did I ever think that I could have a happily ever after? How come my life is so majorl my screwed up?

I try to move around on the thin mattress to make myself more comfortable, but only end up moaning in pain. I breath quickly as my vision blurs, and I somehow manage to drag myself to the locked door.

"Please, let me come out," I croak, my voice sounding horribly raspy and deathly. Maybe I should just stay here. Maybe I can die and all of this will be over.

But then, another thought enters my mind. Shawn. I can't just leave him like that. I lean against the door, crying lightly. Since when did I become so attached to this boy?

All the memories we've shared together flood my memory, only making my pain worse. Not only do I have physical pain from basically whine starved to death, but I now also have the emotional pain in my chest. It's tight and breathtaking, making me long to be in his arms. I drift in and out of sleep, remembering the kiss we shared in New Jersey. I suddenly find myself wishing I could kiss him again. I want to be with him so badly.

I force myself into a sitting position and bang on the door as hard as I can. I'm now even trying to control my tears now. I'm so tired of holding everything inside me.

"Please, let me out!" I scream in agony. I lean against the door again, sobs racking my body. They only make my pain worse, but I can't stop. I'm not even sure I want it to stop anymore. So I just sit here, sobbing my heart out, until the sun sets and the stars shine.

"Look at that one," Shawn says, pointing up a large star that gleams in the dark navy sky. There's not a cloud to be seen as the two of us lay on the grass in his backyard. "Look, I can see the Big Dipper," I say, pointing across the sky to my right. Shawn turns, his lips curving up into a smile. "I wish I didn't have to leave so soon," he says after we lay in silence for awhile. I sigh, trying to focus on the stars and not on his solemn face. "Me neither."

I'm startled awake by a loud banging on the door.

"Miss, please stand back," a stern voice says. It startles me, but I do as I'm instructed and I inch backward, hugging my knees to my chest. There's a loud thud, and the door breaks apart. I flinch, pulling myself onto the bed. Several men dressed in policemen uniforms invade the little attic, and I stare at them with the same emotionless stare.

"Are you Allie?" One of them asks. I nod reluctantly, sizing him up and down. "My name is Officer Braxton. Don't worry, everything is going to be alright now." He approaches me slowly, extending his hand. I stare at it for a moment before taking it, and he steadies my small frame.

I follow him out, surprised to see my former caretaker being arrested. Good, she has no right to lock kids in the attic.

Officer Braxton escorts me to the passenger seat of one of the police cars, and we begin the drive back to what I'm assuming will be the police station. However, the drive is much longer than anticipated.

"Where are we going?" I whisper quietly, observing the dying green shrubs as we continue to drive.

"Your mother has claimed full custody of you, so I'm taking you back to Pickering," he says, and I begin to recognize the familiar area. Pickering. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my entire life.

•••

My first stop is at the local Pickering hospital, and my mother meets me there. I'm not really sure how I feel about moving in with just yet, but if she's up for taking care of me like I should be taken care of, it beats the alternative.

I'm taken to the ER and treated for severe dehydration and and lack of food. Once in given a bed and they begin pumping fluids and nutrients and proteins and whatnot into my body, Officer Braxton returns and behind asking me questions. I try to answer all his questions as quickly as possible, because I really just want to go to my new home. Or, more importantly, I want to see Shawn.

Shawn. It's been forever since I've last seen him, because of his tour, and I haven't even heard from him since my phone died and I was locked in an attic. I make a silent promise to tell him everything the next time I see him.

I'm forced to stay overnight at the hospital because of the extent of time I went without food or water. I learn that that horrible woman locked me in the attic for nearly five days without food and water. The doctors say it's a miracle I survived more than three without water.

I actually end up staying in the hospital for almost two and a half days. I'm just so exhausted, all I do is sleep. I'm woken occasionally by the nurses who check my vitals, and by the following morning I'm eating solid food again. Surprisingly, my mother never left me.

"Thanks for staying, mom," I whisper. The smile the spreads across her face is so huge, she looks like she might explode.

"Thank you for giving me another chance."

I smile as she holds my hand. "Everyone deserves a second chance," I say, and we both smile.

A/N - Yay! It's getting happier, and Shawn'll be in the next episode! Don't be a ghost reader pls! Xoxo - Em:)