metanoia|shawn mendes AU (official)

Three

Caroline's POV

I wake up the next morning to see a text on my phone, it's a message from Shawn. I unlock my phone and read it, sent at 7:03 in the morning. Dang, it must suck not being able to sleep while being hunted by the police.

Shawn: Good morning. Do you know a place where I could possibly get food? I don't have any money and the place i'm staying at doesn't have a refrigerator.

Me: How about you give me your address and I can sneak some waffles and a few water bottles?

Shawn: Sure, I guess... 165 Shadow Creek Ave.

Me: That's like 20 minutes away, you must've had a long walk home last night..

Shawn: Shortcuts. If you go through the woods, on Meadow Lane. Just do not get near Oak Point Avenue.

Me: Why

Shawn: Just, don't. I'll see you in ten?

Me: Yeah :)

Shawn: Ok

That was weird, why didn't he want me going on Oak Point? I sneak downstairs and see my parents watching Ellen while Logan downs a plate of waffles and eggs.

I grab a bowl and put some waffles and eggs in it. I also grab two chilled bottles of water from the fridge. I grab a syrup packet and put on my shoes.

"I'll be back later!" I yell out to my family.

"Why are you leaving with food? Are you feeding homeless people?" Logan snorts out. I roll my eyes and open the door.

"Shut up, Logan." I say, then walk out of the door. I use my navigator and find Meadow Lane. I start walking down the road, uncomfortably trying to ignore the big woods surrounding me, wondering why he wouldn't want me going on Oak Point. Were there bodies? Dolls? Murderers? I keep speed walking until I see the end of the woods. I see a couple of small houses. I jog down the street, pretending to be just some innocent runner, until I reach Shawn's house. I knock on the door and in about a split second, he opens the door.

"Hey."

"Hey, here's the food." I smile, giving him the bowl. His eyes light up and I smile.

"Thanks, wanna come in? I have to go clean my room real quick. I'll be right back." He says. He goes into a room down the hallway, and then disappears into the dark room. I walk into the bathroom, needing to pee, when I open the door to see something unexpected.

Above the sink is a broken mirror and in the sink is large glass shards, covered in blood. There's two empty bottles of beer on the floor and a bunch of empty prescription drugs in the trash can. I get a sick feeling in my stomach just imagining what he did with all of this. I didn't realize how bad his depression was until I saw all of this. I wince and close the door. I try to get the horrible image out of my brain when he walks back out.

"Are you okay? You look pale." Shawn says when he walks out of his room.

"I'm fine." I say, my mind keeps replaying the horrible image of the bathroom. "Okay, so what do you want to do?" He asks. "I don't know." I say, still feeling sick.

"You know, I'm actually feeling a bit sick. I'm just gonna, go home." I say awkwardly. He looks hurt and slumps back into his couch. I walk out when I hear him scream and then open some doors. I walk back in his house, worried, when I see him slitting his wrists with scissors. Blood drips down his hand and I run over to him.

"No, stop. I'm fine." He says with tears streaming down his face.

"No, you're not! Shawn, let me help you. You're hurt." I cry.