*A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction* DISCONTINUED
•Started in: August 5, 2017
• Discontinued in July 16, 2019
Luna Moore has always been the odd girl of the school. She always dresses in black, she is called a bad influence, and everyone is scared of her by...
"You said you were staying over but then I woke up to cold air"
- Shawn Mendes, "Where were you in the morning" ~~~
Darkness.
Empty.
Alone.
That's how I feel, eyes closed, as I felt my body being dragged down. It felt like I was looking through a void. I couldn't breathe.
My heartbeat started racing as seconds passed by.
A wall built inside my throat, adding some sort of pressure. I don't know what's happening.
When I couldn't hold it anymore, I opened my mouth and gasped for air. Surprisingly, I was consumed by salt water, stopping on my throat. My eyes shot wide as I saw the small bubbles of air float up from my mouth.
All around me, the color blue surrounded me.
My hands were tied behind my back and my feet tied as well by metal chains. Panicked, I tilted my head down and saw what weight was pushing my down into the mysteries of the ocean below. It was my heart, dark and broken.
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My head was pounding and I felt a new, weird sensation against my throat that was even worse than the one before. The last amount of oxygen in my body was running out fast, almost about to die.
As my heart pushed me down, the light from the surface is starting to vanish and only seen as the light at the end of the tunnel. Everything started to dissolve into blackness again.
Maybe it was the depth or the fact that I was dying. Who knows.
My heart started to hurt even more and my body started convulsing. The names of the people I love popped in my head as my last memories.
Shawn...
With that last one, everything turned completely black. There was a low radio static as I acknowledged what happened.
I died.
Is this what death feels and looks like? Or is it my brain's way to recreate it without knowing? It doesn't really matter because after that, nothing happened. I just stayed there in the dark. After ten seconds, I started to panic.
I am scared of death.
Every time the slightest thought of death or dying comes to mind, I start to overthink or panic. It's kind of ironic if you think about it. When I was with Brett I constantly thought of taking my life away because I couldn't hold the pain anymore.
