Tell Me What You Feel (On Hold; Editing)

Chapter 2: Unexpected Events

Sorry for the long wait guys!

My mom banned me for using the internet for nearly a month since I was becoming more and more addictive to it. But because I was so obsess, I can’t help myself so here’s the next chapter. I hope you’ll like it!

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-Jeanne

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Chapter 2: Unexpected Events

I made my way to my room for a nice, long shower. An idea came into my mind for split seconds, if my friends and I are going to hang out on Saturday, maybe we could go to Hawaii for maybe at least two days and go back here on Sunday night.

That would be brilliant! My uncle use to own a beach and we can go there! Oh great! I’ll tell my friends about this and I’m sure they’ll be happy!

After taking a shower, I went to the closet and put on some nice comfy pajamas even though it’s not yet night but because I always stay inside the house, I thought I’d be more comfortable with my night clothes.

After putting on my pjs’, I sat down at my bed in Indian position and take a good look of light blue colours around me. The wall, the duvet of my bed, the curtains, almost everything around me including the entire house is coloured blue, the fact that almost all the members of the family love that colour.

But before my parents decided to paint the house blue, it use to have the colour light orange  and it looks really good. What I don’t know is that why did they have to change it. They spend thousands for the entire house to change its colour.

Snapping out of my daze I grab my phone and texted Zech if what time they will come here.

While waiting for his reply, a memory came back to me unexpected.

There’s a room somewhere that looked familiar to me. I was standing a few feet in front of it. Then there’s a tall man opening the door holding a gun, he was a wearing a dark suit, hat and some shades to cover his eyes. I tried to figure out who he was but I can’t seem to remember anything about him.

He stepped inside leaving the door open and I was standing in front of him. But his eyes landed on someone. I wondered why he didn’t look at me when I was right in front of him.

I followed his gaze and to my shock, I saw Zech in the corner that looked young like about 10 years old and was sitting with his head buried on his knees and his arms wrapped around them. I look at myself and realized that I was wearing a cream dress that ends on my knees with some blood and bruises on my arms; I can feel the slight pain hitting me. I think I was 9 years old when I had this dress that my mom brought me.

I look back at Zech and I can hear him weeping with some blood rolling down and wounds on the side of his face. I was shocked, really shock. I don’t know what was happening.

I shouted at the man and he looked at me with fire in his eyes. He whispered something like ‘hush’ and he set the gun right in front of my face. Then Zech yelled at the mysterious man that made him flip the gun to Zech.

“Leave Him!” I ordered him and the man chuckled slowly turning his attention to me. He dropped his hands but the gun is still on his grip. Then he raised his hand up with the gun to the ceiling and slowly pressing the trigger. Just as he was about to shoot,