My Run In With Simple Plan

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

At some point during the night, Seb and I both rolled off the couches (they were like a foot and a half wide) so we ended up sleeping in the floor. I woke up curled up against Seb. I had my face buried in his chest and he had his arm around me (the broken one).

I shifted slightly and looked up at him. He was awake and smiled sweetly at me.

"Good morning gorgeous!" He said sweetly.

I blushed and cuddled closer to him. He rolled over so he was flat on his back. He used his good hand and started running his fingers through my messy, tangled hair.

"Having fun?" I teased.

"My fingers keep getting stuck in your hair." He laughed.

"My hair gets tangled and knotted when I sleep cause I toss and turn so much. I've always been a restless sleeper." I confessed.

"You weren't very restless last night. You fell off the couch just after I did, I pulled you closer to me and you didn't even move for the rest of the night." He told me.

I sat up and looked at him. "Really? That's a first."

He sat up too. "Come to thing of it, when you fall asleep and Pierre puts you in your bunk, you roll over and don't move whatsoever all night."

I cocked my head. "That's weird. I haven't been dreaming either." I mumbled to myself.

"What's so bad about dreaming?" He asked.

I looked at him. "I'd rather not talk about it if that's OK."

He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "You can tell me anything Shannon. I'm here for you."

I sighed. "It's more of my shitty childhood."

"I want to know. It'll make you feel better." He said.

"It's a depressing story." I warned him.

"I'm ready." He said.

I took a deep breathe. "OK. My parents were happily married when I was born. I had an older brother. He always got more attention than me, so I turned to music. I'd isolate myself in my room. I had no friends because I was too shy to talk to anyone. My brother was 6 years older than me, so when he was 16, I was 10. He got into drugs and overdosed. I don't know on what, my parents wouldn't tell me. Both my parents were heartbroken about it, and they both turned to drugs and alcohol to heal their broken hearts. When I was 11, they started abusing me. My mom would beat me and my dad would sexually abuse and basically rape me.

"When I was 13, my dad was snapped and pulled a gun on me. I managed to get away and call the cops. He was arrested and sentenced to life in prison for attempted murder, child abuse, rape, and possession of illegal substances. My mom dove deeper into drugs and alcohol and kept on beating me whenever she could. She had boyfriends and they would rape me. I've also being cutting myself since I was 11 because it made me feel better. I got both jobs a few years ago and kept raising myself. It was a way for me to get out of the house for hours at a time.

"Music was my saviour. Simple Plan and Green Day were the biggest impact. You guys kept me from killing myself. I've thought about many times. As for the dreams, I'd have nightmares about my parents beating and abusingme. I couldn't sleep at night because I was scared they would come in my room."

Halfway through my story, I started crying. Seb held me close and listened to every word that came out of my mouth.

"Oh God Shannon! I am so sorry!" He yelled.