three days

fourteen

WARNING : GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND/OR TRIGGERING SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

                           shawn's pov
10 minutes had passed and zelly still appeared to be under some spell. her chest would glow a brighter purple every step i took closer to her, i was afraid it'd zap me and kill me. or better yet the both of us. i kept a safe distance from her, c'mon shawn! do something! try anything because it's better to die trying than to die at the hands of that evil psycho witch.

my thoughts clouded my poor judgement, shrugging i whisper.

"fuck it."

i take a few steps towards zelly, my hand hovering right above her bare glowing chest. i could feel the electricity pulsating through my fingertips to her heart. she was still unconscious, her breathing as if she were relaxed in a nice slumber. here goes nothing. i shoved my hand onto her chest, feeling an immense amount of pain run through my arm and into my body. i screamed in pain.

"FUCKING HELL!"

my hand didn't look to be frying, but zelly's chest wasn't as purple as it was before. there were bright sparks flickering between my hand and her bare chest. the view was insane, it was like holding a firecracker in my hand against her chest. without the third degree burns and screaming from zelly. you can do this.

placing my other hand on top of my right hand that was already on her chest, she looked to be awakening slightly. her eyes furrowing, she's beginning to wake up! i have to keep going. the pain was excruciating, it was like being hit with lightning repeatedly. oh god, i'm feeling light headed.

zelly's pov
zelly. i grumble, furrowing my eyebrows, whose calling my name? i try opening my eyes slightly to see a very pale shawn pressing onto my chest firmly as if giving me CPR. his face is in pure joy as well as pain? looking down to my chest, i see that he's being electrocuted from the spell that bonded my life to the house. he was breaking the spell. shawn was freeing me.

before i could speak to him, his eyes fluttered close. his body falling onto my floor, shit! not him too! i try sitting up, feeling like i've been punched in the chest a million times. god this hurts, don't be no bitch zelly. i scolded myself, i crawl to shawn's side seeing his features burnt out. pun intended.

"shawn?"

i shake his body by his biceps, still unconscious. i sigh, feeling tears well in my eyes.

"SHAWN!"

i screamed, i shook him with all the power left in me. he still didn't wake up, i check his pulse and chest for a heartbeat. there was only complete silence. this can't fucking be. he isn't dead. he can't be. he freed me! this isn't supposed to happen! i sobbed into his lifeless chest, gripping onto his clothes and body.

"don't go."

i croaked out, my voice was weak and faltered. he's really gone. the sound of lightning boomed through the skies as i screamed at it.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"

bowing my head down, i stared and caressed shawn's face for whatever was left. the blurriness from my tears masking some of his features. my door creaked open to reveal my step mother.

"oh, darling. i'm so sorry."

her voice was sarcastic, not a sound of genuine sympathy strung through her words. i scoff.

"you got what you wanted,"

i'm so tired of you, you evil conniving bitch.

"now kill me."

my request made her expression dim, she had a look of distaste.

"no."

i raised my eyebrows at her response, what? she glared at me.

"you heard me, i'm not going to kill you. you're free to live your life."

she shrugged, shooing me off. i need to die. i can't keep going on with the thought of shawn's death because of me. i shrugged, emotionless.

"alright, go then."

i pointed at my door, she hesitated before leaving my room and prison. once i saw the cloud begin to clear up, i sighed. i'll just have to do this the old fashion way then. with my heart in my throat, i run downstairs to look for a knife in my kitchen. i grab a small one before running back upstairs to see shawn's limp less body still in the same place. fuck. i begin to cry, sitting beside him, he looked at peace.

"i'm sorry, shawn."

i whispered, before placing the cold blade against my left wrist. quickly pushing down, creating a straight red cut through my flesh. i curse, seeing pools of red spilling out quickly. that was deeper than i thought. it burned as i moved my left arm, as i stared at shawn. i think of all the little memories i made with him, my eyes wouldn't clear up from the amount of tears falling.

"one more."

i mumbled, leaning to kiss his cold lips. i kissed him softly, tasting the saltiness of my tears. i pull away feeling myself fade. it was time. the sound of thunder began ringing as i fell to shawn's side, i could only remember the way he looked asleep.

                            shawn's pov

am i in a fucking coma? what is this? i look around and try touching something, but i was practically floating in darkness. no sound, no floor, i was in a limbo of pure black.

"one more."

i look around quickly, zelly? i try listening in a bit more, only to see a bright light appear before me. wait, am i in the mansion again? i try opening my eyes, hoping to not see darkness, but instead i see the ceiling of zelly's mansion. i'm back! i gasp, realizing i've been needing air. my chest was beating like crazy, i smile turning to my side. zelly should be awake! my smile drops.

"no."