Depressed (Shawn-X-Taylor; Shaylor)

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тауlог's POV

I have been sitting here for...hours.
And all I hear is Shawn crying is eyes out.

He shouldn't be the one upset, I should. I'm the one who has to see him in such a state..

I mean, I can see why he's upset but I can't talk to him because he won't open the fucking door.

"SHAWN OPEN THIS GODDAMNED DOOR!"

A weak cry came from inside the room.

"N-No..!"
Jesus Christ, just stop crying...

Please.

"ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA BREAK OPEN THIS DOOR."

I swear I will...try.

"Yeah..You do that."

Okay, I didn't break open the door but I did get the key to his door from the bathroom.

So I open the door and see him laying on his bed, his cheeks stained with tears.

I cringe, walking over there and I lie next him. He doesn't look at me so I pull into my arms and squeeze.

"Shawn.. tell me..who torments you?"
Obviously something is seriously wrong to have him this upset..

"I...I can't tell you..."
He sniffed and rubbed his eye, looking weak, pale and tired.

"And why not..?"
I need to know.

"....'Cause...she'll hurt me more..."

Wait...'She'?

"A-As in...a girl?"

I really don't mean to make him feel bad for getting bullied by some girl, but...

"Y-Yeah..."

Shawn's voiced cracked and he curled himself into a small ball, pushing himself into my arms..

"..What Girl?"
That little skank better fucking watch her back...

"....."

He just looked around, his bottom lip quivering, and if he was gonna bust out in tears again..

"Shawn. What. Girl?"

".....M-Mahogany..."