Little cousin (adopted by Shane Dawson)

Chapter 15:

I feel my vision fading.

my senses dying.

arms around me?

I'm yanked out of the water and immediately begin to splutter water, my vision blurry and hazy, and I can feel a heavy set headache coming on.

And don't get me started on the cold that runs throughout my veins, it's freezing.

As my eyes come to focus more, I see that Shane is swimming me to the steps of the pool, Ryland standing by the steps a really worried look on his face, Garret and Andrew close by.

The teenagers are lounging on the sun beds, all on their phones.

It seems as though chad is looking over from his phone, eyes glancing between what's happening, but I can't be sure, it's probably because of my now, waterlogged brain.

They obviously couldn't give two fucks about me, as I get passed up the steps like a gormless twat, unable to control what I'm doing as I'm recovering from the shock of what just went down.

I feel somebody wrap something around me, and an arm gets pulled around my shoulders, guiding me to the house.

Everything goes by in a blur, getting led to the sofa, the worried looks.

"Raven?" Garret asks, looking at me, causing me to snap out of whatever sort of state of mind I was in.

"Y-yeah?" I say, in more of a questioning tone than an answer.

"You're okay, right? You don't need to see a doctor or anything?" He asks, worriedly, touching my head as if to check for a temperature.

"Garret she wont have a temperature! She isn't sick! She just almost drowned" Shane exclaims, before coming and sitting next to me, his clothes soaking wet.

I sigh as he sits down, he shouldn't have done what he did, he's ruined his clothes.

"What's the matter Raven?" He asks, clearly catching my saddened sigh.

"You're clothes are all wet!" I try to exclaim, but the words fall out pitiful and short, my voice low.

"Are you serious? Rayne you could have died? Why didn't you call for help? Try to get away when they tried pushing you in the pool?" Ryland says, seemingly harsh, but his tone warms and sympathising.

He stays standing up and looking down at me.

"I was groggy, I-I didn't know what was going on, I'm sorry, I just, I can't swim" I mumble out, causing Garret to look at me.

"Well, you're here for three weeks, how about I give you lessons!" He exclaims excitedly.

"I-yeah-maybe" I stutter out, a bit dumbfounded at his offer.

"Okay, but how about we get things sorted now, how about you get out of those cold clothes and warm you up?" Shane rhetorically asks, before Ryland shoots upstairs, presumably getting me some dry clothes.

Shane then excuses himself, running upstairs to change himself, making me feel instantly bad again.

I stand up from the sofa, wobbling in my steps, feeling weakness take over.

Until I feel hands on my back, steadying me gently.

I turn to see that it's garret, looking concerned one again.

"Rayne sit down" he says gently, guiding me back down.

I sigh gently.

"Your sofas going to get all soggy" I say softly.

"It's already soggy from the cumstains and spilled root beer and La croix"

-

Ryland comes down about ten minutes later, my eyes instantly landing on the pierce the veil hoodie and purple sleep pants.

Whenever I wear those pants they always make me feel like Peter Pan.

No reason to rhyme, they just do.

Steadying myself from the sofa, I pull myself up, cautioning my steps to make sure I'm not wobbly, before taking the clothes from Shane with a smile and walking off, dripping water from my sodden clothing with me, on my way the bathroom.

-

It hasn't taken me long to take off my clothes and wipe myself down, sighing at my hair, it's going to go really horrible and wavy, but I can't really be too fussed about it right now.

I feel exhausted.

I quickly, run the towel over my hair, drying it so that it's not sopping wet, and then stopping in the defeat that it won't get any dryer, and placing the towel on the rack.

I make my way out of the bathroom and onto the sofa, noting that Shane has laid blankets everywhere.

I eye him up confused.

"Why are their so many blankets?" I ask, eyeing everyone up who is snuggled up.

"Because you need to get warm" Shane simply states, patting the spot next to him, causing me to walk over and sit down, and ringing that Shane has instantly pulled a blanket and a divert over me, attempting to wrap me up with the blanket.

I laugh when he fails miserably.

"Why did you want to make her into a burrito anyway" Garrett asks, causing Shane to snort with laughter.

"Well, ignore that idea, she'll just have to settle for me, a big burrito" Shane says, before putting an arm around me and pulling me in.

It also seems as if he was frightened that I could have drowned, could have died.

But I can never be sure with people.

I can't read them well, and I've been manipulated before, my mum often used to call me clingy jokingly, because the people that I do love mean so much to me, she stopped when Blake died.

It became too real, too devastatingly truthful when I stopped eating and became a hollow shell.

I sit there, Shane with his arm around me, for a long while, before a see a glass thrust in front of me.

It's a milky white, and marks a strong resemblance in smell to that if my formula.

I notice that ryland hands it to me with a wink.

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Sorry it's so short, I couldn't really make it much longer because it just felt too much like a filler if I did.

Sorry for being on a break for so long, deadlines stress me out so I'm not going to say when the updates will be. I will say that I have a new iPad now though :)
Song of the day:
incomplete and all alone-blood on the dance floor