Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎fell in love with you

A/N: modern

I kicked my feet up on my desk and took a deep breath. Life was great, things were working out for me. I put my hands behind my head and my phone started ringing.

I saw my favorite notification on my screen and I picked up. "Hey doll-" I began before I heard sobs and sirens. "Dally I- I think- I- I'm overdosing-" She said and sobbed again. "Maple wood!"

I couldn't really think of much to say. I just held onto the phone and listened for her, but soon it went silent. I looked and I was still on call. I hung up and I stole Buck's keys and I took his car.

I drove down to Maple Wood Avenue and I saw the lights of the ambulance shining against the houses and trees that lined the dark streets. It was scary and magical at the same time. The lights were mesmerizing but they were terrible. I parked and I ran to the open ambulance. I saw her phone next to it and I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I got in and the doctors tried to get me out but I started to yell, "She's my girlfriend! She's my girlfriend!"

We raced to the hospital but they forced me to stay in the waiting room. I couldn't see her so I sat on the edge of my seat for hours, praying to a worthless god that she'd pull through. I saw her sick face in the ambulance and I recognized the pain and regret on it.

"Mr. Winston." A doctor said and I shot up and walked to him. "Your girlfriend- do you know what she was on?" He asked me.

"No, I didn't know she was using." He let out a heavy sigh. "She overdosed on methamphetamine." He said and I felt my eyes burning.

"Well Doc, did she make it through? Is she alive?" I asked him and he nodded. I looked around the dull hospital. The flickering lights, the crying family members, the nervous patients, everything was eerie.

"She made it through. But she's not looking good. We flushed everything out of her system and she's sleeping right now but I'm scared if we don't do something when she gets out she's gonna use again. Why was she using? Do you have a clue? Anything?"

"No- well. Maybe. We've been fighting ever since I caught her cheating. Like, bad fights." I told him and he nodded. "Any abuse? Be honest with me." He said.

"No, I'd never lay a hand on her. And she'd never either." I told him. But I did remember the fights and the glasses being thrown at my head but she'd miss and it'd shatter on the wall and she collapse in my arms and start to cry and apologize. She was high, but I was too in love to see it. This, this is why I never wanted to fall in love.

"When can I see her?" He led me to her room and I broke down. Her room was even more empty, and sad. I walked in and my hands started to shake. I took her hand in mine and I kissed her forehead. "Look what you did, darling, promise me you're okay." I whispered and the doctor left us alone.

She was unconscious. It broke my heart. Maybe seeing her like this would set me straight to stop using my own shit. I never did anything real bad, but I'd be down to do a line at a party. But seeing her like this, poor y/n. She needed to be okay.

Because maybe I fell in love with you doll. And maybe I need you to live. And maybe, just maybe, I'd end it all if you left me in this cruel, cold, empty world. So don't leave me doll, don't leave me. Pull through for me.