Lessons to Learn
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did the series would have never ended
Shawn sat down in the empty apartment drying his eyes with an old towel. The material felt like sandpaper as he rubbed it against his eyeballs. It stung painfully. He stared into the depths of the mirror.
Shawn looked dreadful. His eyes were red and sore with black circles stretching underneath them. His dark hair fell lankly down his shoulders. His body was fading away into baggy clothes that were two sizes too big. Shawn's breath had misted the mirror up. He wiped it with his hand leaving fingerprints on the reflective glass.
Faces fickered. Turner. His mum. Angela. His dad.
He raised his hand to the reflection.
SMASH!
Shards of glass shattered all around. They fell to the floor ensnaring his bare feet on the cold tiled floor.
Shawn looked down at his knuckles. They were bleeding slightly. he turned the tap on and rinsed it under the cool water.
He paused. He picked up one of the shards.
He drew it along his wrist.
There was a sense of pleasure at staring at his own blood.
He kept cutting unaware he had nicked his femoral artery.
In six minutes Shawn would be dead.