Under the lights; Tradley

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Every day I find something new in his eyes, though he can't see mine, I will always find the way he looks at the world captivating. Now that I have a purpose to live. I don't want to let it go. But what if I can't do it? What if I keep being the coward I've always been? Then it will probably disappear.

I can look in his eyes, but he would never be the one to look at mine.

Brad's Pov-
A normal and ordinary day.

That's my life description.
Every single day, every year it's the same thing.
I go to school. I hang out with a bunch of fake ass people. I come back home. Homework. Shower. Dinner. And then when my mom arrives from work I have a small chat with her. And you're probably thinking- What about the weekends? I don't go out with my friends, I don't go to parties or to the cinema, I am not aloud to leave the house basically.

Now that you have a small description of my life, I am Bradley Simpson, 17, pretty small boy, popular amongst other students. Not an act puller at all.
I may be popular but I don't pull acts on anyone. If you want Brad Simpson. Then that's what you'll get.

Today is the 13th of November.

I'm in bed, I finished my boring routine, and now.
I'm
In
Bed :)

Just looking at the ceiling, debating with my self if I should watch Teen Wolf or Shadowhunters.
Honestly, Alec and Jace are beasts, but season too is sucking dick.
Soo Dylan O'brien it is.

When I am about to press the computer button to load the episode, I receive a message.

Weird, I have all of my messenger notifications off.

*Unknown number sent you a message*
Weird

Unknown: I guess I'm going down Like this.

Me: Are u seriously sending me Shawn Mendes Lyrics?

Unknown: Yep, do you know him?

Me: Are you joking who doesn't? He's honestly the cutest fuzzy ball on earth...but I think the question here is, do I know YOU?

Unknown: Probably not.

Me: Creepy, I'm blocking this number if you don't tell me who you are and why you're texting me.

Unknown: Well

Me: WAIT, to make it more dramatic I need to add one more thing. How did you get my number? Okay 2, How don't I know you if you know me?

Shawn Mendes?: I'm no one, You intrigue me, It's actually very easy to get your number, No one knows me. I live in the shadows.

Me: Should I bee talking to you?

Not Shawn: don't know. You decide.

Me:And why that lyric, what do you mean by it?

Not Shawn:Nothing...it's just one of my favorite songs.

Me: You're kind of creepy you know that right?

I text as get up from my bed, why is this person texting me? It's probably one of my friends trying to prank me. But how would they know Shawn Mendes lyrics? And why would they send them?

I get to the kitchen and grab the tea box

Empty

Great, I can't leave the house and my mom's out with some man whore.

When I'm about to turn around, somebody grabes me by the arm and throws me against the kitchen counter, putting a hand in front of my mouth.

I scream but it comes out muffled.

I scream again

And again

Until everything is black and empty