Shawn Mendes Imagines

Wake Up

Note:
I'm so excited about how this one turned out! I really focused on the descriptions and just the quality of the writing in general, so I hope you guys can appreciate it as much as I do. By the way, this one's a pretty tough one, so keep some tissues near.
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Music:
~ Piano Song by Milky Chance

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Everything happened so fast. I try to convince myself that there was nothing I could've done, nothing at all. There was no way I could've prevented all of this.

But still, my heart aches. I feel regret in every nerve of my body, I feel an undoable knot in my stomach, in my throat, everywhere. I fight tears, even though I have every reason in the world to cry. I fight them instinctively, to hide my weakness. To hide my pain.

"Miss, you need to tell us what happened out there", a man's voice speaks, but I don't look up. "Tell us so that we can help you. So that we can help him."

I close my eyes, fighting the urge to snap at him and scream like a mad person. Help me? Help him? He is a liar, and not a convincing one in the slightest bit. Nothing and no one can help us now.

"Listen, I understand what you're going through, but-", he says, but I cut him off sharply.

"Do you?", I snap at last. "Do you really think you understand how it feels to know the love of your life might never wake up ever again?"

He gulps and looks down, avoiding my eyes. "That's what I thought", I say, and rest my back on the wall behind me, returning my eyes to the cold, marble floor.

Maybe this isn't real. Maybe it's all some twisted nightmare of mine. How can life change so abruptly, all at once, without any warning at all? How is anything about this fair?

When I look up again, I find myself alone. The man demanding answers is gone, probably left after realizing he should give me some space to breathe, to think. I welcome that little space, but at the same time, I don't wish to be alone right now. I want him to be by my side, but then I remember he is the reason I'm sitting here by myself. He left me, and he may never come back again.

I try to push the memories away. I try to distract myself with other thoughts, with anything, but I do not succeed. There is no thought in my mind that isn't about him. He is everywhere, like a ghost haunting my brain, and I can't avoid him anymore. I'm not strong enough.

So I give in. I let myself remember.

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"I'm so happy we're having dinner with your family tonight", I say frankly. "I've missed Aaliyah so much"

I turn my head to see Shawn smiling widely. "I know you are, you haven't stopped talking about them since we got in the car."

I giggle softly and match his permanent grin. "Sorry, it's just- You guys are so lucky to have each other."

His smile becomes even brighter, if possible, and his eyes gleam with the reflection of the dim lights of the road. "And I'm lucky to have you."

I don't have to take my eyes off the road to know he's staring at me. I can feel his gaze trace every inch of my face, engraving it in his mind. I can't help but turn my head to face him, to stare at him. When I do, I realize I'll never get used to how beautiful he is. How could I?

But he is taken from me too soon. I hadn't even begun to take in his angelic features when the front window smashes into pieces. I crouch down instinctively, and cover my face with my arms to protect me from the waterfall of tiny shreds of glass. In between the shock, I find the capability of turning my head towards Shawn, who is in the same position as I am, his eyes already on me. He looks terrified. My muscles tense even more.

I can't even mouth the words I want to speak, but he must've read the question in my eyes, because he answers it inmediately in the quietest of whispers:

"Listen to me, you need to do everything I tell you, okay?", he says. "Just stay down and don't move", he instructs, and I barely manage to muster a weak nod. "Promise me you won't move."

I nod once more, harder this time. "Everything will be fine", he assures me, but looks far from convinced. He tries to hide his fear to soften mine, but I see right through him. He's petrified to his very core. What the hell is going on?

He spares me one last glance and smiles a bit. His eyes are still filled with terror, but they still have that tiny spark of sweetness and warmth, even now.

But I don't have the time to return the smile. He straightens his spine and sits straight again, taking his hands away from his face and up into the ceiling. He gulps in fear, his eyes now wide in shock.

I want to stand up, but I can't make my muscles move. I want to break his promise, to understand what's happening, and to kiss his beautiful face again. I pray to God, pray to anything, to be able to snap out of this torturous trance.

None of my wishes come true. I am still frozen. But, to my disgrace, my eyes still work. I can see perfectly, sharper and clearer than I've ever seen in my whole entire life. And I see a man, a man behind a mask, standing besides the driver's window, Shawn's window. He breakes the glass with the back of a gun, and his sillouhette now comes to life. There is no mercy on him, because he presses the gun on Shawn's left temple and reaches for the trigger with his finger.

Shawn shuts his eyes hard, and I see every nerve of his body tremble and twitch. Everything happens in slow-motion, like in the movies, if only to prolongue this torture. The man now prepares to pull the trigger.

"No!", I scream, tearing my lungs and throat until they burn. The scream lasts a lifetime, or at least it does in my head. I can't think straight nor feel sense anymore. Before my vision finally blurs, I see the man look in my direction. We lock eyes, and his feel like two sharp, cold razor blades cutting through mine, ripping them open as if cutting through bare flesh. He finally pulls the trigger, and the last thing I see is Shawn's mortified corpse fall back, and a single drop of blood drip from the hole the gun pierced into his head.

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The flashback fades away slowly, stadily, as if I were waking up from a distant dream. Only it was not a dream, it was a nightmare. And a very real one.

I feel tears burn my skin as they trail down my cheeks, but I don't feel them coming out of my eyes. Maybe I've cried so much I don't notice them anymore. But stil, the pain remains, a harsh reminder of Shawn's unfair, cruel death.

Unfair, cruel death.

Suddenly, it's like my brain receives a shock of electricity, and the engines start running again, now faster than ever. I stand up rapidly, enough to make me feel dizzy. But I feel brighter than ever.

Everything starts making sense. I connect every dot, and form a web of facts inside my head, each one clearer and sharper than the last one. Shawn was killed. Murdered.

And whoever did it must pay the price. I must find whoever pulled that trigger, and repay them with the worst of deaths, with the worst of tortures.

I must hunt them down. Even if it's the last thing I do.

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— Lou ☼☽