metanoia|shawn mendes AU (official)

One

PART ONE:

Caroline's POV

I can't believe him, Alexander broke up with me, after three years, he broke up with me so that he can date Lola, the one that hooks up with everyone.

I was left speechless, standing in the middle of the hallway, I can't even believe this, please tell me that this is a joke, I just want to lay in his arms forever, but I can't, because he is dating Lola. She doesn't even deserves his love, he's not her type. She's this rich model who can't even pass a second grade spelling test. He's a smart laid back guy, not a jockey playboy.

I can't even think straight right now, I don't even remember what class I have next. I don't even care that I am being shoved around because I'm standing in the middle of the hallway.

I don't even notice all of the running students, throwing their book bags onto the floor and running into a classroom. Wait, what?

I see blue lights flashing and people screaming at the top of their lungs, "code blue!"

Code blue, someone is in the school, with a weapon, a gun.

I throw my book bag onto the ground and run to the nearest classroom, I try to open the door, but it is locked. "Please open the door! It's me, Caroline! Please!" No one says anything, the door doesn't open.

I panic and go to the next classroom, the same thing happens. After going to a whole bunch of classrooms, no one opens the door. I'm stuck out here, where the shooter could be.

I run down the hallway, I try to contain my screams. "Help!" I hear someone whisper/shout. I am quickly alarmed, I don't know this person, this could be the shooter.

"We need to find somewhere to hide, do you know where to go? I'm new." The boy says, all I can do is stand there, I don't know if this boy is really a student here, or if he is the shooter.

I don't see any sign of a gun, he looks innocent. "Follow me." I gulp, beginning to speed walk away, with him trailing behind me.

I find the music room, no one is in there so we quickly run in and shut and lock the door, we pull down all of the curtains and we move things in front to the door.

"I'm so scared." I stutter, I sit down on the floor and burry my head in my hands. I can hear the boy mumble to himself, maybe a prayer?

I look up, to see him sweating and shaking, still mumbling to himself. "A-are you okay?" I ask, he jumps back a little, like my voice startled him.

"What? I'm fine." He quickly says. "Everything is going to be okay." I reassure him, looking into his eyes, he freezes, he stares deeply into my eyes. I gulp, he is making me uncomfortable.

"I hate relationships." I hear him mumble, but I think he was talking to me. He then takes off his jacket and throws it across the room in anger. I then see cuts on his wrists, up and down both of his arms. I look away and try to ignore them.

"Did you just have a breakup?" I ask. He looks up from his hands, he slowly nods his head.

"We were dating for five years, and it turns out that she has been cheating on me for a fucking year." He snarls.

"My boyfriend of three years just broke up with me to be with this girl that sleeps around with every guy, it really sucks." I say

He continues to fiddle with his hands. "You are really pretty." He says. I look at him, he is dead serious. "Thank you." I smile, he just looks at me, then puts his focus back on his hands.

"I don't even know what to do after this, I spent every single day with her." He begins again. "I don't even want to live anymore." He says

"Hey, don't say that. Ever, you deserve to live, don't pout over a girl." I say, I'm already lecturing him and I don't even know his name.

"What is your name, by the way?" I ask. He looks back up at me. It's like he doesn't want to give me his name. Is it that hard?

"Shawn.." He mumbles, but loud enough to where I can hear him.

"I'm Caroline." I say, I stick my hand out to shake his hand, but all he does is stare at me, he does that a lot. Does he not know what a handshake is?

I awkwardly put my hand back down. He continues to mumble words again, okay what the heck? Is he really religious?

"I don't want to live anymore." He says again, and tears begin to fall down his face. "Please don't say that, Shawn." I say. He shakes his head and reaches into his pants, please be his phone. I gulp.

Once my eyes hit the silver gun, I instantly began to cry. "Please don't hurt me!" I beg. "I'm not going to hurt you." He says.

He points the gun to his head. "Put the gun down, please!" I beg him. "Shawn you have every right to live!" I say. "No I don't! I don't have anyone anymore, I'm all alone!" He cries.

"You have me! I will be there for you! I promise." My brain doesn't even know what I'm saying, I'm just saying anything to get him to put the gun down.

He continues to cry and cry, still holding the gun to his head. "Shawn.. Please put the gun down." I plead. "Why? Why should I? I'm already going to get arrested for trespassing, and I don't have anyone else!" He says.

"You have me!" I say. "I don't even know you, you don't even know me!" He cries. "I don't care! I will stand by you!" I say, tears still streaming down my face.

After several minutes of begging him to put the gun down, he finally listens to me, and puts the gun down on the floor. I stand up and hug him, I don't even care if he is the reason that all of this is happening, he tried to kill himself, and I needed him to put the gun down.

We sit back down on the floor and he continues to cry in my arms. It felt like I was holding someone that I have known for several years, like he was mine.

"I need to go, before the swat team gets here. Will you promise to stand by me, Caroline?" He asks, sniffling a little. I take a pen and write my number on the palm of his hand.

"Don't do anything else stupid, please. Go find somewhere to hide, I promise that I will be there for you, whenever you need me, give me a call, Okay Shawn?" I ask.

He nods his head, we open the window and he climbs out, he looks back at me, then runs far away from here.

He is broken, and I know that it is not just from a break up, he is depressed, and I don't even care, I'm going to help him.