The Unforgotten (Alesana inspired)

Chapter 2

Hello :] This part is heavily laced with alesana quotes and Annabel being Annabel Lee. Here's the next part of the story :) hope you enjoy. All rights reserved to Alesana.

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Shawn's POV

Those thoughts lingered as I tried desperately to grasp myself. I look at my love, my beautiful angel sent to purify me of my inner demons. The girl of my dreams who picked up the pieces of my shattered hopes. My one and only Annabel.

"Sweetie, Shawn are you alright?" She whispers to me, her voice filled with concern.

I look at her and worry masks her face. Such a beauty, yet, I pain her so. My last thoughts run through my mind once more. Was there a haven on Earth just for my Bel and I? Could we possible loose ourselves in each other's love? Was I even allowed to bask in her love?

"Darling, as long as you're by my side, I'll never fail to be alright. You are the key to my heart." I simply say. I stare at her. How could such a beautiful girl possible love me?  I grab her and kiss her some more. Anyone would kill for our love. A match made perfectly. She fit into every contour of my body. Her scent simply was the oxygen I breathed. If only she knew just how much I loved her. If she only knew just how much I didn't deserve her.

"Shawn, I love you more than you could ever know," She tells me as she retreats from my embrace. She looks within my eyes and says, "I hope you know that." I look at her and grab each of her hands. Why? Why, did I have to be the one that'll ruin everything?

"Darling, you keep saying that but what if I'm a monster?" I look down unable to face her. I'm not capable of feigning my feelings. I glance up and see her just staring at me, lost in trance. This happened sometimes. I believe that when I say something along those lines that she just gets lost in a trance. Her gray eyes just staring into the distance. It's almost like she's been petrified into just an ethereal statue. A working of pure grace that would be tainted my sinister touch. "Annabel, please, please, don't leave me dear." I whisper to her cheek.  I peer over at what she is staring at. The mirror of pleasure seeking deception.

Annabel's POV

I stare at his handsomely chiseled face. The love of my life yet, his thoughts will always shut me out. I can see that his is absorbed in his own thoughts. His dreams seem so vivid to him, as though, that's the actual world he lives in. I contemplate whether I'm just a merely escape from his nightmares. How can he truly love me when he can't even tell me everything? I yearn for all of him, except that I'm afraid that I'll only push him further away.

"Sweetie, Shawn are you alright?" I ask, trying to mask the distress that trembles in my voice. I fiddle with my fingers, a sign that clearly shows my timidness.

He finally looks at me. I see his face, unreadable. I'm sure he can see the worry on my face. He looks deep in thought again. I couldn't reach him. I'm losing him, I think to myself. Then to myself he says to me,

"Darling, as long as you're by my side, I'll never fail to be alright. You are the key to my heart." The perplexing agony that began to grip my heart loosened. He was absolutely perfect in every other way. But how? How, can the one person I love hurt me so? The perfect words and actions but never a perfect person.

He grabs me and begins to kiss me. Like each tender kiss, it is inviting, causing each of my senses to awaken. The perfect man, yet, not so? I'm so lost in his touch. If only he actually knew the truth.

"Shawn, I love you more than you could ever know," I tell him as I relinquish his embrace. My words held the purity of virgin snow. I only hope that he can see that. I look into his beautiful in blue eyes, the ones that I fell for in an instant. "I hope you know that."

He then grabs my hands, "Darling, you keep saying that but what if I'm a monster?" Vulnerability is dripping from his voice, pain is etched in his eyes.

Time began to slip, stolen from my grasp, warped of all sense. The mirror showed my reflection and Shawn's. His ghastly white hand grasped...a dagger.

Gore dripped from my mouth. Blood covered my entire face, deep cuts ran from one ear to another. Jagged skin hanged loose from my face. The sin of a grotesque smile is the accent of my once pale skin. Shawn's laugh echoes in the background, sinister, cold-blooded, nothing at all like the love I was with. I look down to find myself standing in a pool of crimson masquerade. Shawn keeps me upright by holding me up. He raises a hand and begins it closer to my face.

He begins to sew up my cheecks. I couldn't even begin to understand the horror of the moment. I see Shawn wispering in my ear. It looks as if I'm dead, that he, my only love, had taken my life. I faintly hear in the distance.  "Annabel, please, please, don't leave me dear."  How could he, a monster? But wait was this real? It couldn't be, it feels as though I'm looking through a mirror. Why would I envision my percious Shawn possibly killing me? Was this what I really thought when he always said those ambigous thoughts to me? Is this what he meant when he said he was a monster? But yet how could he be the monster, when he hasn't even realized that mirrors only tend to show the mercy of your phantoms?