Both Perspectives

Chapter 17

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December's P.O.V.

I like to think that I've grown accustomed to being alone in a vacant house and to not be afraid. I mean my Dad is always at work leaving me alone so I kinda had to suck it up, but I mean I used to have these moments when I jump at any sound I heard or always having all the lights on ready to see if someone was there or having the phone ready to dial 911.

But everyone has those moments where all common sense disappears and your mind goes to the worst case scenario possible. 

I'm currently laying down on my bed scrolling away on my phone at 2 in the morning when I hear something downstairs fall. I immediately sit up and look at my door, scared.

Calm down December.

I take a deep breath and try to convince myself that it was nothing, it was probably a cup or plate that fell. As I'm trying to persuade myself I hear it again and at that moment I bolt out of my bed and lock the door. I hear my heart starting to speed up and my breath starts coming out short and fast. I look around my room looking at what I have to defend myself if it comes down to it when the intruder comes in. I start to panic when I can't find anything so I do the rational thing and open my window. Once I open the window I climbed onto the tree outside and start to pound on Finn's window, not even caring it's literally 2 a.m and he's probably asleep. 

At this moment I don't give any flying fucks.

I see Finn stand up from his bed slowly, then head to the window as he sleepily rubs his eyes, but once he sees it's me, he opens it. 

"Mar-"

I don't let him finish because I push him out my way and literally threw myself inside. I land inside with a thud but don't even care the only thing I care about it that I'm not inside my house anymore with that thing that's making noises in my house. 

I pull myself up, but still stay on the floor with my knees up to the chest and arms around my head taking deep breaths.

"Hey" I hear him sit beside me, "December? Are you okay?" I Finn whispers.

I let out a small, "Yeah."

Not really wanting to talk about it, but knowing he'll pry it off of me because I mean I'm literally in his room at 2 a.m on the floor. There's silence after that, he probably just doesn't know what to say, but I'm okay with just sitting. 

"Not gonna lie, you're scaring me a little," Finn mutters still beside me on the floor.

I ignore him just wanting to stay in my little bubble with him beside me. I don't even care if it's Finn that boy I find annoying I just want someone here. 

I finally look up and look around, I mean it's pretty average looking room for a boy. Navy walls with a bed in the corner, a small desk with a computer on the other side, a T.v mounted on the wall with game consoles connected to it and a bookshelf. Then just splash a few clothes or trash here and there and bam that's Finn's room. It's weird to think that I've known Finn for a couple months now and I've never seen his room, I mean I've never been in his house because I've never had a reason to, but it's weird to think he's been in mine so many times.  

Once all my sense come back and my mini panic attack has passed I look over to Finn who's looking at me all confused, but then I notice his face is a little too close to mine so I scoot away.

"I'm sorry for just barging in and almost breaking your window from my pounding" I mumble a little embarrassed.

I feel Finn's eyes on me, "Don't be."