chapter nineteen

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song- blood by my chemical romance

I'm writing this in school lmao sorry if this is really bad but I can't think straight :)

You're running. You feel the heavy rain tapping on your exposed forehead and goosebump-covered arms. You trip. You mumble a quick 'shit' before turning back to look at the monstrosity looking at you, watching you, sitting there as if helpless, but you know very well that they can all help you, see you, hear you. Aidan looks at you with a cross look that burns into your soul, Mace is standing there with his arms crossed, a half sympathetic, half angered look on his face, as if he can't tell if it's true or not. Robert (yes, Sheehan) is just standing there, flabbergasted, not knowing what on earth to believe, and to be quite frank, he was overlooking all of the conversations you'd ever had with him, trying to spot the signs. You didn't even know why they were all mad at you. You didn't even bother questioning it, as it was clear they didn't want anything to do with you in that instance. You just kept running, your legs leading the way to nowhere. An unknown destination, yet the energy of a man about to run a marathon. You couldn't look back, not now. You go to the only place you know where you'd be welcomed enough. You had already ruled out your own house, as your parents were already mad at you as well, for other unknown reasons.

So, your quick feet bring you to the door, and your hand rises, as you knock on the white door that stood in front of you. A grinning face welcomed you, and you stepped inside as quick as you could.

"Well then, isn't this a scrumptious surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure?" they say, rather formally.
"Hey, listen, everyone's mad at me! I was thinking, maybe, I could stay here for a while?" You say, catching your breath again.
"Of course!" The far too familiar voice chimed.
"Just get yourself settled on the couch, and I'll be out in just a tick with some tea, yes?" they say, full of energy.
"Um, yeah, sure, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom..." you say, going up the stairs, but an overwhelming urge makes you want to go to the bedroom, so you walk over to the door you'd seen many, many times before, your hand hovering over the handle, and you finally twist it, not knowing what to expect, but seeing everything in its normal place. A thought then occurs to you. Why were they being so weird, and strangely formal?

You go over to the draws, rummaging around a bit, still finding nothing. Yet something inside of you urged you to look more. Your eyes scan the organised room, and your gaze lands on a neatly made bed. You hesitantly go over to it, and look underneath, to see a box labelled 'Y/n'. You grab it, and place it on the bed, sitting down next to it. You delicately take the lid off, when suddenly, you hear a voice beckon your name, and you quickly shove the box back underneath the bed.


"Y/n! Your tea's ready!" You quickly hurry down the stairs before being greeted by the same smiling face.

"Oh uh yes, thank you!" you say, taking the cup and saucer from them. You politely sip it, wanting to investigate the box and your relationship with this person further.

"So Y/n, what're you doing here?"


*time skip*


You are laying on the couch, a light, fluffy blanket covering your arms. You hugged the blanket, thinking of ways to get to the box again, to finally get the chance to look inside it, look at the contents of the strangely labelled box. You sit up and watch the blanket fall from your arms, before standing up, and going up the creaky steps, trying your hardest to not make a sound. You get to the bedroom door, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, as you open the door the slightest bit, revealing your supposed friend asleep on the bed, and you go over to them, and go under the bed, making sure to be as quiet as you could possible manage. You grab the box and run downstairs with it.

You open the lid, preparing yourself for whatever you'd come across. You take a glace at what was inside...





And then you woke up.


A/n


word count- 900 (quite short, I'm sorry :( )

WAYOOOOOO ITS BEEN SO LONG AND MAY YOU ALL PLEASE ACCEPT THIS SINCERE APOLOGY.

I tried to leave it on a cliffhanger but yanno I'm not the best :/

IM GOING HARRY POTTER WORLD FOR THE SECOND TIME TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED AHHHHH

also everyone do yourselves a favour and watch the 'a very potter' series by starkid, it's so gooood. I'm listening to the soundtrack to the amazing trilogy now.

and brosss, I never read these over, because I get scared i'll cringe myself to death, so please point out all of my many, many mistakes I do when I write these, so that I can correct them :)

can people also please message me if they'd like to, I need more friends.

anywho, see you all soon, I'm so sorry its been so long :(

bye, my loveliessss <3

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