Smosh Mystery One Shots...

Like Shining Stars~Shoah

WARNING: THERE WILL BE DISTURBING SCENES IN THIS BOOK! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Shayne's POV:

"Okay Shayne, tell me about what's troubling you." My therapist spoke.

"Well, let me start from the beginning...

I pulled into the parking spot. I got out of my car and walked into the Smoffice. I was greeted by Anthony at the door. (He still works there in this one shot.) I replied with a smile. I walked over to the elevator, and pressed the up arrow button. The elevator doors opened and I stepped in. I pressed the button for floor 5. The elevator doors opened once more, and I stepped out of the elevator. I walked into my office and sat down in my jet black office chair. I started typing on my laptop.

Hours later I heard a loud thud from the office on the floor above. That office goes to Noah. My suspicions rise. I exit my chair and leave my office. I decide to take the stairs. I enter the office where I heard the noise from. My eyes widen at the sight. There laid Noah's body on the white carpet, now stained red with his blood. The window was broken. A bloody piece of glass was on the floor. There was a triangle carved into his chest. There was another piece of glass stuck into his gut. Then another in his arm. There was a bloody bat at the other side of the room. There was the injury on Noah's face from the bat. Blood was splattered across the room. The shocking thing was, Noah was still alive. He was barely breathing. He shut his eyes in pain. There was a strand of long blonde hair laying on the floor next to him.

Tears burst from my eyes. I rushed to his side.

'Noah!' I called, over and over again. Yet there was no answer.

He lost his conscious, but he was still breathing. I sighed. I dialed '911'.

'Hello. What is your emergency?' The lady over the phone asked.

'M-M-My fr-fr-friend g-got re-really h-hurt. A-And...he ne-needs help. And F-Fast.' I replied between sobs.

I can't hear you over your crying. Please speak clearly.' The lady requested.

'My fr-friend go really h-hurt. A-And he re-really needs help. And F-Fast.' I repeated, trying to hold back all the sobs I could.

'Okay. Now I need you to remain calm, and tell me where you are.' The lady then proceeded.

'Rosent Blvd, 2374.' I replied. (A/N: I don't know if that!s a real address, nor where the Smoffice is actually located.)

'Alright. I'm sending an ambulance right now.' The lady responded. Then she hung up.

I held Noah in my arms, he was bleeding into my shirt, pants, and flesh. A single tear rolled down my face, and fell into a wound placed on Noah's right cheek.

Next thing I knew, Noah was being driven away from me in an ambulance.

Days later, I was finally able to see Noah. He looked so peaceful, despite the stitches on his right cheek. He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back.

"Do you know who did this to you?' I asked. All I got was a nod as a reply.

'Well, can you tell me who, Noah?' I then asked. He just shook his head.

'Why?' I questioned. Noah took a deep breath before saying:

'Then they'll hurt you, Shayne. And I would hate that. I can say one thing though. We did a collab with her.' I hugged him softly. But who was the attacker?

The Next Day...

'Shayne Topp, we need you to get to hospital. Now.' A stern voice ordered me over the phone.

'Okay.' I replied.

I drove over to the hospital. I wasn't expecting what would happen next........

'Shayne, thank you for coming. Your friend, Noah Grossman, was having wild seizures occurring one after another. We tried our best, but...he sadly passed away just a few minutes before you arrived.'

I placed my head in my hands and started bawling. I never even told him I loved him. I never even told him how I truly felt! How I wanted us to be together forever...I was still sobbing.

'Would you like to see him?' The doctor asked.

I just nodded my head in response. I had, and still have one question, who attacked him?

When I entered the room I saw his lifeless body laying on the white hospital bed. His eyes were shut. I was already sobbing, but this made it worse. I walked over to the side of the bed.

I sobbed for the first five minutes. I then wiped my tears away to say my goodbyes.

'Noah...I never told you, but I always liked you. I wanted us to be together forever. To have a future together. But sadly, we can't. You were, and still are, the love of my life. I don't know if I will ever get over you.' I softly spoke. 'I love you Noah Grossman. I have, and always will.'

I then clenched his hand until all the warmth was gone.

After his funeral, I walked on the sidewalk. I walked and walked. Admiring the nature around me. I was trying to block out all the depression in my life.

I walked past a park. I saw a mother pushing her daughter on a swing. I kept walking. While I was walking, I thought of Noah's eyes. They were Like Shining Stars. Then I went home, and slept.

And that's the story. Why I'm hear isn't for the help of dealing with his death. It's because a question is just driving me insane. Who attacked him?" I replied.

"Well, I think you need to read in between the lines. And take that hint Noah told you and to think about it." My therapist spoke.

"Alright, I'll try." I replied.

I got up from the red cushioned chair and drove home.

I ate dinner and was now laying in my bed. My head laid on my soft pillow. I brushed my dirty blonde hair back with my hand as I stared up at the ceiling.

I then turned on my side and closed my eyes. I thought about who the attacker could be. Too many people were in my mind. I thought of the clue Noah gave me. And thought about any possible hints in the story that could give it away. I slowly dozed off.

I woke up to my alarm screaming at me to get up.

Author's Note:

Answer this question:

Who attacked Noah?