Storms don't last Forever.

Chapter 17-

I woke up to find myself in a titanium white room, with nothing surrounding it but white furniture. For a second there, I think I felt marginally alright. Only for a second. Then everything started to come back, memories from recent mishaps flooding my body in aching waves. Shaun was dead. I didn't even give him a proper goodbye. He was my first kiss, and I was his last one. Al entered the spacious room with loud footsteps. I really didn't feel like seeing him right now. He walked over and felt my forehead, his fluorescent-lit emerald eyes focused on the forehead. 'Everyone's alright. Neil was a bit shaken up, but eventually Sally calmed him-' The sounds of the devil's name woke me up properly. 'Sally? Sally's here?' Al must have read my expression with great difficulty, as he arched his eyebrows in mere concern. 'Listen Charlotte, she wasn't herself-' I cut Al off with his maddening words. 'She wasn't herself? She nearly killed me! She killed Shaun! SHE KILLED SHAUN! SHE KILLED-' Only then, when I was gripping Al's shirt and shaking it tightly, did I realize that I killed Shaun. It was my lightning that caused him to die. My stomach began to tighten, and my head spun so fast that I could barely see where I was. 'I killed Shaun.' I muttered, loosening my grip on Al's shirt slowly. 'I killed Shaun.' I said, now more confident that I understood that I killed Shaun. I killed him. 'He was already half-dead anyway, Charlotte. He'd been tortured into insanity and his damage was beyond repairable by a mile anyway-' Al spoke in understandable notations. 'So you admit it. YOU ADMIT THAT-' Al pinned by head back to the wall, locking me in to a position of which I could not move from. 'Shut up, Charlotte.' He groused me with narrowed green eyes. 'I killed-' I never finished that last sentence, as my body began to take over my words, sending in to violent racks of sobs. I kicked and screamed, and only eventually could Al obscure me back to sleep again.

Think I'd get out of a dream that easily? Think again. I dreamt Shaun's death repeatedly, no breaks. Nothing new, just that same scene, each time paining me worse and worse. His emotionless body  had stopped shaking hastily, his white face retiring to even more pale by the second, and the scene that evolved the most, but of course, his light grey eyes, burning with a dark sensation that made his eyes ever so light.

I awoke to the usual. Everybody crowded over me, Al dabbling a wet cloth on to my forehead, worried looks scorching upon everyone's face. Amy was fastening her grip on two of my fingers, impaling a wound by obvious remarks. 'Leave me alone,' I mumbled so only Al could hear me. He looked taken aback in a negative form, but sure enough he ordered everyone out of the room. The person at the back of the crowd looked at me through his azure eyes, of whom I could measly recognize as my brother. That concerned, but worried look, took me by no surprise. So there I lay, all by myself in the large white room. An image of a naked boy appeared before my bed. He flickered in the wind. His hair was a caramel colour, with rugged waves and patches missing. Shaun's ghost maintained that hideous leer on his face, that sent butterflies swarming up my body in giddy groups. Scars wondered around his body, leaving barely any clear parts. The best part of Ghost Shaun was his eyes, his chocolate brown ones, with tinges of green and coffee, just the way we held hands and kissed. 'Shaun,' I whispered, heaving in heavy pants. 'I love you.' I added. The ghost of Shaun's leer widened. 'I love you too.'

A/N: The End! Hope you guys liked it! My first officially finished story! Thanks everyone for reading it, I really do hope you enjoyed it! Thanks everyone so much, again! Love Clem!