three days

eight

"how could you?"

my voice quivers, my vision blurring. he's going to disappear, it's the rules... three days. his face is not at all scared, but confident. i push him back hard, but he doesn't fall through the door.

again
again
again
again

i push him against the invisible seal, tears falling down my face. my fists bang against his chest.

"you're trapped in here all because you're fucking crazy."

i shout coarsely, he chuckles letting me hit him. in a few minutes i give up, my hands just touching his chest ever so lightly. feeling the built muscle through the fabric of his t-shirt.

"are you done?"

not bothering to answer him, i let my hands drop to the side as i turn my cheek. what was he thinking? how could he be so selfless? i make my way upstairs, hearing him trudge behind me. i'm a few steps from my bedroom before i stop, putting him to a halt as well.

"leave me be,"

i can feel his stubbornness still present, he doesn't make a move.

"i mean it, shawn."

he's hesitant at my words before his feet shuffle back to the staircase again. i let out a sigh of relief, at least he listened to me on giving me space. quickly going inside my room, i close my door, my back against it. the feeling of pain and loss hit me, i slowly fall to the floor, why him?

                            shawn's pov

she needs her time alone, i really must have hurt her. i mean she can't be serious about the whole three days thing right? i didn't just make a huge mistake, she'll be okay; the both of us will be. taking off my sneakers and laying them near the door, i begin to explore the large castle that she was trapped in. vibrant paintings of a young woman displayed on the wall, they were magnificent.

looking at the corner of the room, there were paint buckets and paint brushes. i wonder if she painted them herself... snooping more, i walk into the living room i suppose. a large glass table on a white carpet in the middle of it, looking closely, i see a small sort of notebook—diary-like. picking it up, i see only one name on it, zelly. read it, shawn! get to know the girl!

but by invading her privacy while she's in a foul mood? well who knows if you will survive longer than three days in here, read it! i open it only to the first page, seeing neat handwriting.

dear, diary                                     july 9th, 2011
                                                              1:05am est

today, i just got dumped by my first boyfriend; and first love—alex. it's been complete shit today after realizing i've failed a unit test in math, got kicked off varsity volleyball, and then had my heartbroken. mom can't stop arguing with dad about some old lady and a deal. she won't tell me what's up, and it's really starting to concern me. sigh, whatever will i do?

note the sarcasm, anyways i finally got my piano keyboard back from heather. at least that was one good thing that happened, i missed playing... it was a big outlet. maybe i'll write a new song about alex, what's more motivational to write a song none other than heartbreak? vent to you next time.

sincerely,
zelly

she writes music and plays the piano? interesting. even though i itched to read the next page, i closed the diary. feeling slightly guilty for reading even a little of it, she wrote that 6 years ago. varsity huh?

must have been a senior, or a really great sophomore player. holding her diary, i walk back upstairs to see her, lets hope she'll let me in this time.

zelly's pov

i jump in fright hearing knocking on my door, sniffling and wiping my snotty nose. i leave the door unlocked, but walk to my bathroom to wash my tear welled face. the cold water splashing on my face felt relaxing, a moment of relief in a way. my door was opened to reveal shawn in the mirror, he stared at me sadly. i didn't look at him, but out of the corner of my eye i could see him.

i pat down my face on a towel before facing the stubborn, and handsome man.

"what do you want?"

i thought i would have sounded meaner, but i sounded so miserable. well you did just cry, zelly. his expression dims at my tone noticing how disappointed i was, he brings his hand up holding none other than my diary? he hands it to me as i slowly held it, feeling a wave of memories hit me. all that i had forgotten when i awoke in this beautiful prison.

"where did you find this?"

"i was in your living room and saw it just lying on your glass table."

i didn't even know i had a diary, i didn't have any memories at all besides my name. this will explain the part of me that had disappeared into thin air.

"i read the first page,"

my heart thumps a beat quicker.

"what did it say?"

i ask quietly, he looks relieved at my response, but also somewhat confused.

"don't you remember writing in this?"

i shake my head, picking up my diary. who was i? and who made me lose my memories?