•Serena's POV•
Not this again. No. Not now. Why does this happen, at this moment of time. Why. Questions that I don't have answers too swarm my head as I sit on the cold tile bathroom, clinging to my knees that are pressed up against my chest.
A single silent tear rolled down my cheek as another flashback bolts in and out of my head, each memory flashing inside the captivity of my head like a violent lightning storm. It's 4:28 A.M. and I have not the slightest clue for as to why my current demeanor is occurring right now. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, pushing water out and hoping to push the memories away with them.
I pull my knees closer to my body-screaming- not at the thoughts, but at the agonizing pain that comes with them. As soon as the scream left my trembling figure, I hear the sound of hard feet run to my door. The handle to my room violently shakes, trying to crack open. No. No. No. Pushing myself in the corner of the bathroom. "No. No! Please! Please! M-make I-it sto-p."
"Serena?!"
"No. NO. MAKE IT STOP! PL-E-E-ASE!"
The door lock twist unlocked and the door swings open, revealing the figure, which quickly comes into my view in the bathroom door. The figure, being Shawn, which for some reason in my predicament, me completely forgetting Shawn is the only being in a 10 mile radius. He comes over to me, which I try and push him away, me pushing and using my legs to push him back, him being undeniably stronger than me , easily gets me in his grasp and just holds me.
We end up sitting on my bathroom floor, Shawn didn't say a word, as neither did I. He didn't ask any questions, or ask if I wanted to go lay down. He just held me, in silence, only the sound of my shallow breaths, and his deep breaths combined in sync, making a questionably beautiful sound.
At 8:47 A.M. Shawn unwrapped his arms from around my now calm body, and stood up. He reached his hand down taking my hand, and lifting my body from the ground where we sat for 4 hours. He led me out of the bathroom and to my bed. He sat me down on my bed, and stared at me.
His tall, hazel eyed figured stared intently back into my small, blue eyed one. Slowly Shawn leaned in and kissed my forehead. Just a sweet, affectionate action to calm me down. He pulled his body away from mine slowly and looked into my eyes for something that seemed to be reassurance. And with that, he simply nodded his head slightly, still holding eye contact with me. Breaking the contact fully, he turned around and walked away.
Him probably going back to his room, knowing that I don't want to talk about it at this moment. But to be discussed later. It being an inevitable topic to come up some time in the future. But not now. But leaving me dreading to have to explain the occurrence that we experienced this morning. And it's only 8:54.
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This was definitely something just to give some excitement, but will be important for later on:)) I know this chapter was really short but I was really in the mood to write something exciting for this story. VOTE FOR THIS STORY AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK LOVES❤❤❤
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