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Afraid.

Chapter 1.

✄ Edited: 15th December 2014.

Afraid. (The Neighbourhood.)

( A/N the books chapters are song names and I'm going to put the artist in brackets next to the chapter name. )

*** Shane's P.O.V ***

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Then as we got older, it was used as our sanctuary.

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Sunday.

"Come on, honey, the police will find her one day," my best-friends mum, Diana, murmured as I sat next to her on the couch in the deserted living room. Her other two kids were out and it was still too early for her husband to be home from work.

Today was the day, a year ago my best-friend, only friend, was taken away from me and her family. The police were called and they couldn't find her, they weren't even looking anymore. They called it a cold case after a few months. They had given up. They said that it was more than likely she was dead and buried somewhere. I didn't believe that. Georgia was a fighter, she was either with them and fighting for her life, or she died trying. And worst of all, she may have just given in to them. Although I'm hoping that isn't the case if she's ever found.

They also suggested that she may have run away, but she wouldn't of done that. She had the perfect life, she was gorgeous, had the best relationship with her parents, and siblings, plus lots of friends, she was good in school and getting A grades in all her lessons, what did she have to run away from? There was nothing wrong in her life. But they still suggested it as something that could of happened.

Never mind. It wasn't worth thinking about anymore.

The tears were building up in my eyes and I couldn't help it when the pathetic sob passed my chapped lips.

I just missed her so much. She was my rock, my everything.

And no, we're not together in any way, we just hadn't had anyone else in our lives like the other one. Now I have no one and I don't even know what happened to her.

I said my goodbyes to Diana and walked out of the house, headphones in my ears and jumper tightly wraped around me. I couldn't cry in front of Diana, or more like I wouldn't.

I couldn't stand to be there anymore. Where my best-friend used to be, but wasn't anymore.

The song 'Afraid' came on by The Neighbourhood and it just made me think of how much it reminded me of my life and how I feel right now.

'When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place

Paid that money, fake that dummy, ache my tummy

On the fence, all the time

Paid junk honey, face so sunny, ain't that funny

All my friends always lie to me

I know they're thinking

You're too mean, I don't like you, fuck you anyway

You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs

It hurts but I won't fight you

You suck anyway

You make me wanna die, right when I

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place [x3]

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might end up being me

Keep on dreaming, don't stop breathing, fight those demons

Sell your soul, not your whole self

If they see you when you're sleeping, make them leave it

And I can't even see if it's all there anymore so

You're too mean, I don't like you, fuck you anyway

You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs

It hurts but I won't fight you

You suck anyway

You make me wanna die, right when I

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place [x3]

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might end up being me

Being me can only mean

Feeling scared to breathe

If you leave me then I'll be afraid of everything

That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down

Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up (I wake up, I wake up)

Let me be

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place [x3]

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might end up being me...'

The song ended and I opened my eyes to see that I had walked the block and a half to the park where me and Georgia used to play as little kids. Then as we got older, it was used as our sanctuary.

We talked about the boys we liked, the crushes we had, boyfriends and funny stories all in this park. And yes, if you're thinking what I am, then I'm gay.

But now... It just looked deserted and unused.

Not many people knew about this park, or even if they did they didn't use it.

Tears sprang to my eyes again and I didn't let them stop this time, I sat on my swing and cried.

I cried for my best-friend, I cried for my dead dad and my lost mum. For everything that has gone wrong recently.

It was at least 2 hours later when I decided it was getting too late to be outside, as well as the fact that the man on the other side of the park reading a newspaper had been there for nearly the same amount of time as I had.

Another thing that was slightly putting my nerves on edge was me catching him staring at me over the paper every time I looked around.

It was late and I knew my mum would be looking for someone to clean up her mess soon. So I jumped off of the swing I was on, plugged my ears with headphones and switched a random song on, my walking fast and unsteady as my nerves got the better of me.

Not looking back on my way back home I made it there within 15 minutes of leaving the park, my legs numb and fingers stiff from the cold.

The front door was wide open, music blaring from the house with drunken people walking around, my mum in the living room snogging the face off of some random man.

Great.

Another night that I need to lock my bedroom door. Any of these guys could be perverts...

My mum was too preoccupied to even notice I had come home, so I snuck in and went straight to my bedroom, and luckily no 'couples' had found there way in here.

The door gave a soft click behind me, flipping the lock just after I heard loud giggles coming up the stairs. It was going to be a long night.

I didn't get any sleep that night, either.