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Chapter 24

~Camille~
I woke up to screaming. A loud wail coming from downstairs. I pushed myself out of bed and on the ground. I struggle to push myself forward on the ground. Once I made it to the stairs i let myself slide down on my hip. I looked for the source of wailing, when I saw Esther on the counter. She was screaming like she was dying.
"ESTHER!" I screamed. I looked on the floor, and saw Nash and Jocelyn on the floor, dead. I looked at the TV room and saw Kirsten, Crawford, Karisma and Chris on the couch dead as well. This must be a nightmare. I tried pinching myself, but nothing happened. I heard someone stumble behind me. I looked and saw Shawn stumbling towards me.
"CAMILLE!" But he fell to the ground with a knife in his back.
"NO!" I screamed.
"SHAWN!" I wailed.
My eyes shot open, looking into Shawn's. I smiled of relief.
"I've been trying to wake you up for a while now." He said.
"Good thing you did, I just went through an awful dream." I said. He picked me up and started carrying me out of the room.
"Oh, wait. Your not wearing pants." He said. I chuckled. My face turned red. He grabbed me sweatpants from my dresser and put them on for me.
"You know your the best, right?" I said. He nodded.
"I know!" I smiled. He threw me on his back. I squealed as he did that action. He carried me down the stairs and threw me in front of him, on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We just lay there, together.
"I never wanna leave." I mumbled.

"Then we don't." He said.

"But we eventually have to." I say.

"Why?" He asked.

"We need food. And water. And exercise." I say. He nods.

"Wanna go on a walk?" I ask.

"Sure. Wanna get Esther too?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Let her calm herself. She's been through a lot." I say. He nods and stands up, throwing me to the ground.

"Fuck you!" I say loudly. He laughs.

"It's your fault your disabled." He replied mockingly.

"Then fuck me." I say.

"When and where?" He asks. I give him a dirty look.

"Yah nasty! Now help me up." I say. He grabs me by the arms and starts to drag me up the stairs and into my bedroom. He lifted me by my arms and plopped me on my bed. Shawn went over and got me a pair of leggings. He tossed them to me. I quickly changed while he was scrounging for something else. He pulled out my oversized Shawn Mendes shirt. From a long time ago.

"Whoa! Where did you find that?" I chuckled. He threw it at me.

"I've kept it for you." He said. I smiled. A few years ago I went to one of Shawn's concerts and bought a huge t-shirt. Ever since I wore that exact shirt at each of his concerts I've gone to.
I took the shirt from him and threw it on. I put my hair up in a high messy bun. I gesture for Shawn to pick me up.

"Come on girly." He groaned as he picked me up.

"Where is my wheelchair?" I ask. He carries me down the stairs towards the front door. The wheelchair sat by the door. He softly placed me in the chair and opened the door.

"You are the nicest person in the world." I say to him. He smiles down at me.

"And your the most beautiful." He says.

"That's why I love you." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because you're the nicest person I know. That's why." I say. He bends over and kisses me passionately.

"I love you." I say, looking into his eyes.

"You know I do too." He said. This boy will never be in my dictionary, as an asshole.