Cryptic (A Calum Hood Fanfiction)

Chapter #13

Author's Note; 

So, since this is such an important chapter, I decided to make you all wait two weeks for an update instead of one & I hope once you finish the chapter you realize that the wait was worth it! Enjoy :)

-Carly

Annabel's POV:

I untangle our legs and wiggle out of Calum's grasp, crawling out of bed and padding towards the bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and pull my hair to the side into a braid. Then, I saunter into the kitchen and prepare the kettle to brew up a pot of tea for Calum and I, before pouring myself a glass of water and taking my pill that Dr. Murkin prescribed for me. I decide to cook cinnamon french toast for breakfast and I hope that my new medication works well. As I'm cooking, I hear the faucet in the bathroom turn on and off and come to the conclusion that Calum has waken up. A few minutes later, I notice he has moved onto the couch to watch the morning news; his hair is a mess and I find it absolutely adorable. "Good morning," I call.

"Good morning," he recites, stretching his arms and legs out, before standing and striding into the kitchen. "What are you making?" He questions, leaning over my shoulder.

"Cinnamon french toast," I answer. "Can you check on the tea?" I ask him. Calum moves towards the kettle and seeing that the tea is done, takes out two tea-cups and pours the liquid into each.

"How do you take your tea?" He wonders.

"A little milk and a spoonful of honey," I share and Calum smiles.

"Me too," he comments. I can't help but smile a little bit, too. 

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Two weeks pass and my medication has been working efficiently, but mentally and emotionally, I'm not doing very well. To add to my despair, today is the 2-year anniversary of his death...

I have locked myself up in my bedroom all morning, either crying, screaming, or worst of all, sitting in complete silence with my psychotic thoughts consuming my mind. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault," I murmur to myself, rocking back and forth. I tug at the roots of my hair and shake my head. I scratch at my arms and feel as though I may throw-up; I'm light-headed and dizzy. Suddenly, I hear the front-door open and close.

"Annabel?" Calum calls, but I don't acknowledge his presence. "Annabel?" He calls again, but again, I do not acknowledge him, though I hear his footsteps near my bedroom door. "Annabel?" He knocks on my door. I try to keep quiet, seeing as I just want to be left alone, but my sniffles give me away. "Annabel, I know you're inside. What's wrong?" He asks.

"P-Please, just g-go away," I sputter.

"Are you crying?" He blurts, from the other side of my door; I do not answer him. "Annabel, may I please come in?" He questions.

"I'd just like to b-be left a-a-alone," I hiccup.

"It's not healthy to keep all of your feelings bottled-up; I can promise that you'll feel much better if you simply open up and talk to me," he shares.

"You could n-never understand," I sigh, tears continuing to stream down my face.

"Try me," he retorts and I sigh once again, standing to my feet and shuffling towards the door, opening it to reveal a very worried-looking Calum. "Annabel," he quietly gasps at the sight of me, immediately wrapping his strong arms around me into an embrace and I break down.

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Calum's POV:

I lead Annabel towards her bed and take a seat, her resting on my lap with her head buried in my chest, tears never-ending.