Speak | Sean Lew √

Ch. 7

A/N
(yea yea a/n blah blah)
Lol this note is just a time waster :). Hehe u can read the next paragraph now..

-continue

It-it can't be..

I said, I didn't even care about wiping my tears away.

The pool was warm, basically a huge jacuzzi, because it was fall, but my body was cold.

Emotionless, stiff, and unable to move.

Sean and I got out of the pool, Gabe had grabbed a towel and ran to the area where Ken and Bailey's bodies layed.

"No.. This can't be real! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" Gabe yelled from the top of his lungs tugging Ken's shirt while tears fell from his eyes.

He looked over at Bailey, her eyes closed and her right hand over her heart.

Gabe grabbed her hand and held it, a tear rolled down his cheek as Sean and I were standing in utter shock.

"How-why, why would anyone do-"

I felt shaking, the ground, my head, everything, it started going faster until I,

Woke up.

"Y/N!!!!" Sean said shaking my shoulders.

"Are you okay? You were crying while taking a nap, but you didn't say anything so I sat here watching you and I put this towel over you since, cause, you know *blushes* you're not in the jacuzzi...pool." He says rubbing the towel laying on top of me.

I wipe away my tears and thank Sean for doing what he did.

I explained to him what I dreamt as I stared at Ken and Bailey.

It felt so real..

"Haha, well it's good that it isn't silly!" Sean said smiling.

Fireworks.

Fireworks went off as it lit the sky, the colors of the sky were a mix of light purple, cotton candy pink, and a darker than a sky, blue. It looked so beautiful colliding with the fireworks, colors of gold, green, and a very dark blue.

I never went into the jacuzzi..pool or whatever that day.

When everyone decided to get out and go get some bubble tea, well, we went obviously.

I ordered my favorite in a small. I didn't feel like drinking something cold at that moment.

We all talked about random things, especially memes ;). I was actually happy.. passionately happy.

Growing up.. around when I was 11 or twelve. I became depressed.

Like really depressed.

But the hard thing was, was that I had no one to talk to.

Not even Grace or Alison.

It's like, I knew I had friends.

It's just that, I couldn't tell them the sh¡t that goes on in my head.

I couldn't tell Jordan or Ethan either. I didn't think they'd understand.

And, I couldn't tell any of my family members either because they would've gotten me,

"Professional Help"

I didn't want profession help.

I never wanted professional help.

I wanted them to understand me.

Not total strangers that I have to spill my whole life story too.