Will you catch me when I fall? (Shawn mendes)

Chapter 2: caught

Every thing in italics are Amara's thoughts btw

~B

His hair is perfect. His teeth are perfect. His face is perfect. His body is perfect. His-

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand waving in front of my face, and the sense of about a million eyes burning holes in my body.

"Yoo hoo, earth to Amara" I know that voice and he knows my name

Shawn was looking at me with the most creeped out expression plastered across his face, and I didn't blame him, for the past half and hour I have been staring non-stop at his beautiful brown hair.

The color red quickly invaded my face. "I-I'm sorry" I looked at my hands, examining the nails that I have chewed down to stubs.

He turned away, not wanting to deal with me.

I decided to listen to what was going on in class, I'm all for trying new things.

"Your history project will be due in 2 weeks. So after I assign partners, get to work." I was mentally screaming in my mind. Partners meant working together. Working together meant working at each others houses. And my house meant pain, and bruises, and loss, and drunken fathers.

"Partners will be: Jack and Lilly, Phil and Timothy,... And Shawn and Amara."

Before any thoughts crossed my jacked up mind, I sprinted to the garbage can, and barfed out what little I had in my stomach, and promptly passed out afterwards.

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"Am I really that bad?" I heard as I woke up. Panicked, I sprung up from my position, only to have a pulse of pure pain shoot thought my head.

"Lay back down sweet heart" the school nurse instructed me, I complied.

After a while, I awoke once again, to an empty room, and a clock that read "2:48" I had missed the majority of my classes, and I was perfectly fine with that.

Until 3:30, I was left alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of the sirens, thoughts of the funeral music, thoughts of the belt being whipped against me, over, and over. In a mere 42 minutes, I had managed to drag myself into a state of sadness that should never be experienced, by anybody.

I pulled myself off of the bed, checked in with the school nurse, and headed to my "home"

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"Where the hell have you been?!" He slurred. I sprinted out of the house, knowing that my fathers intoxicated body could not take him more than 5 steps without sending him flat on his face.

I stopped on a curb a few blocks away, and bawled. I cried about my dad. I cried about my mom. I cried about my sister. I cried about my brother. And I cried about the fact that I wasn't killed in that accident.

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After wallowing in my self pity for what seemed like hours, I pulled myself off the ground, and began walking to the 7/11 a couple blocks away.

I staggered in the store, my head throbbing in pain, and made my way to the candy isle. There I saw the last thing I needed to see while I was covered in dirt, tears, and vomit. I saw him.

No no no Amara, get out of here before he looks your wa- too late.

"Hey... Amara, how do you feel?" Shawn asked me while getting an eyeful of my pure nastiness.

"I could be better" I mumbled while grabbing a box of Swedish fish, and turning my back to him.

"Um, well since we are partners, I was wondering if you wanted to come over, and work on the presentation?"

Don't say yes "sure" Take it back "just let me go home and change" idiot.

This should be fun

I made this one longer!

~B