Focus On Me

Chapter 5

This chapter will be focused more on Dylan

The waves crashed down on her like a rush of sea on a stormy day, leaving her breathless and ultimately terrified. Hurricanes flooded her system in form of pastel pink, orange, and peach. But, it also left her ultimately confused.

Dylan had never felt this way in her life, out of all the boyfriends, one stands she had never felt such an attraction that enticed her such as this one.

Especially for a girl.

She had no problem with liking a girl, nor towards people who ultimately like girls more than boys, hell she had done plenty of things with her best friend than she had done with most boys counted together.

That wasn't the issue. The issue was more based on the fact that this was her first time ever feeling this way for a girl, which was greater than the feelings Dylan had gotten from her past relationships. In a sea of storms and the greyish dark night, somehow this feeling overcame the ones she felt for boys, this feeling leaving her with a warmth that made her crave more.

Dylan was terrified, she had been used, she found attractions in men, and when she wanted one-night stands turned to something more, but they used her insecurities and doubts as a way to subdue her into a sea of lies with false security and comfort. She never cared for others, that truth remained, she lacked the kindness and innocence to actually care, and like a poisonous snake gripped her victims in a web of torture and torment until they died.

Like mother like daughter.

She had been broken her own self, had cried her own sets of tears, but never had she ever wanted someone and remembered someone as much as she did for that girl.

Hell, she didn't even know her damn name.

Dylan wasn't one to believe in love at first sight, it was bullshit, humans were bullshit.

And this wasn't love at first sight, her heart wasn't beating in seas of warmth and butterflies wasn't spewing in her stomach. This was merely an attraction that led her astray and left her wanting to know more, eager in fact to know more.

Dylan wasted countless hours on social media, anything to help her find the beautiful flower that blossomed its way into the grips of death itself, but she hadn't found anything. To be fair, searching up the lilac-haired girl on social media was bound to fail and lead her no were.

She felt the pains sickening her stomach the rush of emotions making her want to leave her own body, but she didn't allow it to. Instead, she got up dressed in proper clothes that weren't just a shirt that leveled to her thighs and started driving. Maybe, it wasn't exactly a good idea to drive with your thoughts clouded but she had been in this situation before, just, not to this extent.

Dylan dragged her body to the front door, keys clanking against the wall as she opened the door the sunlight allowing some form of light through the curtains making the place feel warmer than it actually was. Only Dylan knew the truth about this house.

"Hello," Dylan called out, and when she didn't hear any noise or sound she was left to assume that the house was empty. She made her way up the wooden stairs and to her white painted room, sighing when she opened the door.

She was surprised, eyes glinting when she took in the misplaced room, walking in slowly she noted that whoever entered the room must've moved things around and tried to fix it.

She opened her drawer and moved the clothes around, heart leaping out of her chest when she noticed what was missing. Dylan breathed heavily as she hurriedly moved materials of clothing out and out of the way even taking the chances and looking in pockets to find her stash.