A/N Okay, Shaun dies in this one!
Sorry for the short Chapter...
Disclaimer: Nope, not yet... damn
Shaun P.O.V
There was something wrong with Andy. He was insane. But, thank god, he was fine at the moment. I felt like this was going to happen again, but I hope it doesn't. I wanted to go have a shower and get dressed, but right now, I didn't trust Andy. Andrew might come back, and I couldn't let that happen.
I was rubbing up and down his arm and comforted Andy who was grabbing on to me with his arm buried into the crook of my neck. His tears were flowing down my back and chest. He was afraid, I could tell.
I couldn't bear to see Andy like this. It hurt me. It scared me more than what Andrew was doing.
While I was thinking these thoughts, Andy's shaking stopped.
"Andy?" I whispered. Maybe he fell asleep.
"I told you. Andy's gone." Shit.
I got up and shoved Andrew off of me, running from the room still in the nuddy. I ran out of the house. I didn't really care who saw me. At the moment, it was life or death. Naturally, I chose life. I ran down the street and turned the corner. I hoped I could last until Andy's house. Maybe Andy could snap back while I was in there. (A/N I have a weird friend. She was taking a video –we're in food tech- for some reason, and she was showing a penis to the camera? She's messed up.)
I t took me thirty minutes, and I was nearly dead. Andrew was catching up and I was out of breath. I had neither pockets nor keys so I had to break open a window. I jumped in as quickly as I could and ran to Christopher's room and hid in amongst the toys. I waited for half an hour. I sighed quietly and fell asleep. If I was going to die like this, I would die sleeping.
Something sharp was cutting my side. When I opened my eyes, I only saw black. It took me a moment to realise that I was blindfolded and hanging upside down from the fan in the kitchen. I felt all the blood rush to my head and I tried to pull off the blindfold, but my arms were tied.
"Now. Be a good boy, and I'll let you go. I'm not very happy with your poor behaviour." He sounded like my mum when I did something bad.
"Okay. Now. I'm going to untie you, and I'll give you a 5 minute head start, and you can go hide. 'Cause we're gonna play my favourite game. Hide and Seek. Get ready!" Andrew cut me down and I fell on to the floor. Ouch.
I took no time to look at my injuries; I just ran to Bradie's room and ran to the phone. I hated waiting. I dialled triple zero and waited with impatience.
I heard the operator. "Please! I need the police!" I told her all my information and the police said they'll come in about 10 minutes. Not quick enough if you ask me.
I figured I had about 3 more minutes to run. There wasn't really anywhere to run, so I just ran to Andy's room, got under the bed, and waited. The three minutes passed, and I was nearly shitting myself with fear. I held my breath after hearing footsteps. I knew he would find me quickly, but I just hoped it could wait till the police came.
The footsteps came and passed. Over and over again. He was toying with me. I was his game. His shiny new toy. There were times when the footsteps came right to the bed and waited for half a minute. He knew I was under here. Just as Andrew turned to walk back out of the room, the front door was knocked down. Stumbling, I quickly got out of my hiding spot and ran out of the room, pushing Andrew to the floor.
I got as far as the lounge room, about two metres away from the policemen.
"Look out!" One of them yelled at me. I turned to look behind me. I saw the same knife Andrew had been holding advancing towards me, fast. There wasn't time to dodge it. The knife entered my chest, right in front of the heart. Time slowed down. Flashes of my time with Andy raced past my mind.
My favourite times. Like when Andy and I were having ice cream and we ending up wearing it. Like when we had our first time with each other. Like when we went camping together. Times like that.
At first, it didn't hurt. But, as I fell to the floor, white hot pain seared through me, making me temporarily blind. There was noises going around me but I paid no attention to them. My vision cleared, and I saw Andy kneeling down, whispering my name.
"I... L-L-Love y-ou. Don't... For-get that. Ever. I for-gi-ve y-you." I couldn't let him live like he was the one who really killed me. Though it may be true, I couldn't let that happen.
"Shaun! Please! Oh god no! What have I done? Please Shaun. You need to stay alive! You need to live. I love you. You can't just leave me! Not like everyone else! Please!" His sweet voice yelling at me was the least thing I heard. It was enough to make me smile.
"Please..." A whisper, then... I was gone.
A/N okay. I nearly cried, and I was the one who was writing it! But, it wasn't enough. What did you guys think? Remember... review...