Lost Lover //Shawmila (DISCONTINUED LMAO)

9- Deep, Deep Trouble

(a/n: Hey guys, I gave you an update quite soon this time, as I was in the mood for writing. This is written in third person, and I might, in fact, write the rest of the story in third person. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter.

On with the story ->)

They were in deep, deep trouble.

They had let her leave, go out into the open, and just display herself as a possibility for kidnapping. They had let her lose her mind, take a complete U-turn, and do something beyond boundaries. They had not taken their duty to be with her through everything, especially since a certain incident last year, causing her to inch her way to insanity, but they had let go, and let her fall into the deep, deep pit.

They had been utterly irresponsible.

Who knows, she could be gone for days. Who knows, she might return a sobbing mess. Or worse, she might not even return. She was bound to seclude herself, set up walls of defense around herself, not permitting anyone in to see past her exterior, and fall slowly, but surely, into the hole of depression. That wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to have gotten over this by now. But, unfortunately, some things aren't made to be gotten over. Some things are just made to reside in your mind, as if some superglue had stuck them there permanently.

In this case, true love was the superglue.

They knew it. It was written on her face, in clear ink. Shawn was her addiction, like he was a drug, constantly luring her to the wrong path, even after his existence had ceased. However, there was still a question suspended in the air, waiting to be taken. What is she was right? What is he was still alive, and what if she found him? What if they found their happily-ever-after, and if all their concerns were suddenly dispelled? What if they managed to form their own surreal fairytale of finding each other to reunite? A very cliché ending, but possible.

However, life never was that simple, was it? As much as it was the perfect dream for everybody, life had, in no way, a similarity to a fairytale. Life. Fairytale. Two words that just simply caused discord, and great displeasure to the ears.

Torturous was the perfect definition of life. Life didn't give you an option. It merely put many obstacles concealing happiness from earth. Sometimes, they wished they could be as light-hearted as the positive, frolicking people put there, who were able to look at the world from a different, positive light. It was a talent, really, to be able to do something as miraculous. But they weren't them. They were disabled, and they had no hope left in them.

They felt helpless, they felt useless. They felt like a piece of scum on the streets. They felt uncaring, they felt empty and emotionless. They felt as if they were winded into their good friend's catastrophe, but only being the most minor of all the minorities. They felt like a piece of paper, not the hard plank of metal they always felt like, easy to tear in half. They felt just as depressed as her.

They felt shattered, like pieces of thin, fragile glass

They were very scared, they had to admit. They were scared for their dear friend, and the dangers awaiting her. They were scared for Austin, who would have an incurable heartache once informed of the situation. They were also scared for Shawn, and how he would react if he was alive and saw her again. And they were also scared for themselves, very scared, and how they were going to deal with the situation.

Jesus, they had really messed up.

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Eight year old Sofia Cabello sat obediently in her good friend, Alyssa Jamie's room, waiting to be picked up by the sister she loved the most. She had spent the last week here, as the rest of her year had been on a trip to Turkey, as it was the perfect venue for summer. It was June, after all. Sofia hadn't wanted to go, though. She had heard her sister talk lots about a relaxing trip to Turkey and, due to all the despair she was aware was weighing on her shoulders, she wanted her first trip to Turkey to be with her sister. She wanted to unravel all the picturesque wonders and surprises together, with her, just sister and sister. She wanted to constantly chatter to her about all the new facts she had learnt from school, and about how intelligent she felt, knowing her sister, unlike others, would pay attention to every little and big word she said. She knew it would bring at least a smile to her forlorn face she was currently sporting. She wanted to show her all the projects she had made at school, and teach her how she made it. She wanted to pester her with the places she desperately wished to visit in Turkey, as she knew it had quite the opposite effect of aggravation.