Promises (Jack Gilinsky)

Chapter 65

Charlotte's POV:

My body jerks up as my screams awaken me. What's going on? One minute I'm into the hospital after the worst moment of my life, and now I'm back here. Back at the dock.

It was just a dream. I don't believe this. That whole catastrophe was just a dream. More like a nightmare actually.

That had to be the most realistic dream I've ever had. It actually made me cry and scream. That has never happened to me before. And it's horrifying.

I pick up my phone and see that it's almost nine o'clock. I guess that I should probably head home. I don't know that I want to be here much longer anyways.

I gather up everything and put it into my bag, slinging it back over my shoulder. I make my way up the dock and towards the sand and trees.
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I arrive home not too long after leaving. But, on my way home, I decide something. I've decided that no matter how much it hurts or how much I just want everything to be over with, I won't show it. I mean, it will just be so much easier not to, right? All I do is stress out my friends and family with all of my problems. They don't deserve to suffer just because I'm such a train wreck. Its only fair to them.

Without struggle, I somehow manage to straggle up the tree in front of my room and into my window. I stumble into my room and plop down on my bed. This day has gone on much too long, and I just need to go to bed before it gets any worse.

I'm so tired of all of this drama in my life. It's slowly suffocating me, and there's no way to escape it. The only thing I can do is to just lock it up in my mind, hoping that maybe one day, it will release me from the torture its putting me through. But, that might never happen. All of these things are probably going to haunt me forever, no matter what happens. They'll always make me regret everything and they'll always be there whenever things are going well the make sure that I fall back down. Isn't that how it always works?

I begin to crawl under my covers, hoping that this day will just end and that I can get to sleep aready. But those hopesare quickly vanished when I hear a knocking at my window. At first, it scares the crap out of me. Especially considering that it's dark outside.

I cautiously look over at my window to see a figure sitting on my roof. It seems like a scene from a horror movie with all of the shadows and lights only showing part of the person. But, I can tell who it is. It's kind of hard to mistake the features on his face for somebody else.

I reluctantly turn on my lamp and get out of my bed to go open the window for him.

As i slide the glass up, I stick my head outside so that he can't get it inn yet.

"What do you want, Mendes?" I ask with a little too much sass.

"Well, I don't want that attitude of yours." Shawn jokes. I pull back into my room to allow Shawn in the window.

"Sorry. it's just been a rough day." I say, sitting down on my bed. I'm just wishing that his visit isn't too long. I don't want anything else to happen that's bad.

"Well, I think it's been a hard week for all of us. We've all missed you at school." He says. I just shrug a littl bit, not sure what to say.

"Charlotte," Shawn starts, "I know that this hasn't been easy on you. It hasn't been easy for anybody else either. But you need to talk to us." When I still don't say anything, he keeps going. "Listen, Johnson told me about what you did."

I know right away that he's talking about my wrists. I instantly feel ashamed. And Shawn probably knows that I do. But I refuse to show it. "So does that mean that everybody knows about it now?" I question, still with a bit of sarcasm. I would assume that if Shawn knew, then all of the other guys would, too.