Battle Scars (Shawn Mendes, Hayes Grier, and Jack Gilinsky fanfic)

Chapter 3

Battle Scars

Chapter 3

I take a seat. It's the last period of the day and I'm so tired.

I've been pushed down twice and Shawn wasn't around to see. We barely have any classes together this year.

I'm not the kind of person who complains. I just suffer in silence.

Nobody knows what I do to myself. Nobody knows how this is effecting me.

I can't tell you how many times people have told me to kill myself.

Everyone makes jokes about my parents abandoning me. They don't know about what really happened to them cause nobody had ever really asked anything about me. They just assume everything.

I feel a tear trail down my cheek.

I feel so alone. I mean I'm not cause of Shawn but...he doesn't know how bad I feel.

I spend the whole hour and a half in a daze.

I only have to endure 4 more days until Shawn and I have the best summer of our lives.

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We meet Aaliyah at the middle school. We walk from there to the house.

Shawn holds both Aaliyah and my hands.

This how we always do.

Shawn and I get our license soon and then we will be able to drive.

Shawn's birthday is 2 days before mine.

We walk down the road. Aaliyah skips along the sidewalk and I kick some loose gravel and Shawn pats my back.

"It's okay. We can do this. Just 4 more days and we will go wherever you want Bailee. Just me and you." He smiles at that.

I nod and rest my head on his shoulder.

"I'm just....really tired Shawn."

"I know."

He unlocks the front door and we put our stuff in the living room.

Aaliyah heads to her room so she can study or do homework and I go to Shawn and I's room.

I plop down on his bed.

There are two twin sized beds in the room. When we where little we just shared one but now we can't fit onto one. So Shawn's mum bought another for me.

Shawn lays down on his side allowing just enough room for me to lay there.

I close my eyes and try to keep my tears held in.

"Bai,what's wrong?" He asks

"Nothing Shawn don't worry about me."

I can't control it anymore. I jump up and run to the bathroom as my facade dissolves.

I slam the bathroom door and lock it.

I slide down the door and just sob. I feel literal pain stabbing my heart it hurts. I can't handle this pain. Emotional pain is the worst kind.

I need a way to stop it.

A thought hits me.
Shawn is banging on the door.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BAILEE?!"

"BAILEE COME OUT RIGHT NOW!"

I keep on over and over.

I don't feel the emotions anymore.

I get a towel and sigh to myself. I've found my relief.

(Picture above is none other than the one and only Shawn Mendes.)