"Also the purpose of life isn't death, it's paying taxes...you're a living profit for the government."
He broke into quiet laughter. "You're so random."
I shrugged and folded in my arms. "It helps keep me distracted though," I murmured. He leaned o...
"What did you even do?" Danielle grimaced as she handed me an ice pack. I looked down at my feet, took the ice pack and fiddled with it a bit. She took my hand and forced me to hold the ice pack up to my face. I giggled stiffly as she gave me a small goofy grin. "You're cute."
She rolled her eyes, "Don't change the subject Isbell."
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Danielle looked tired, absolutely exhausted. Her dress had been traded for my sweatpants and one of her t-shirts, her hair messily tied up. That wasn't what made her look so drained though. Her eyes, usually so bright and optimism, seem to have dimmed. They showed dullness, and for some reason it worried me more to notice that change. "Izzy," she called softly. I didn't look away from her, which only seemed to confuse her a bit more. "You're not okay, and I don't know how to help," I stated simply. Her eyes softened and filled with small tears, her cheeks blushed and she began to fidget. She was flustered. "I asked you a question," she said coldly, wiping her away a tear. She turned and walked behind the kitchen island of her tiny apartment. "Jesus Danielle, would you stop?"
My tone was loud and angry. I was angry. I had been dragged into an award show, punched in the face, and now I'm here with no idea what to do. "Do not yell at me just because you're embarrassed you can't be a damn hero!" She snapped.
"You think, I wanna be a hero? Why can't I just worry about you?"
A glass dropped, shattering and scattering all over the floor. Danielle didn't look up, she didn't move. I gave her a minute and she finally looked at me. Her eyebrow furrowed, her ears were bright red, and her frown didn't appear to be of sadness. "Worry about me? What are you? My dad?"
"I love you, goddamnit! I can't love and worry about you? What's the problem in that?"
She got on her knees, picking up piece after piece of glass. I went to help but she threw me a middle finger which told me to keep my distance. She started crying, mumbling softly to herself. She had to be absolutely exhausted, and I'm sure her recent surroundings didn't help. I was just confused, frustratingly so. Why wouldn't she let me help?
I kneeled down, got a small glimpse of her face. "I made a mistake," she cried out. My heart dropped, it broke. I didn't care what mistake she made. I cared that it was eating at her, breaking her piece by piece. "I should have never...I was doing so good. I was good."
I knew. I've known and I've been ignoring it. It was eating at all of us. Like a goddamn disease.
"I can't do this anymore, Jeffery."
What I didn't know was what she meant. I would find out eventually though, wouldn't I?
DANI'S POV
*next day/afternoon*
"I want all his shit out of here," I stated. Lauren, and Charlie gave me a mix of shocked and confused looks. "What now?" Charlie asked. I pointed at all of Izzy's stuff in a drawer of my dresser. "Either he finds a way to get it or I throw it out."
Lauren stood directly in front of me, three feet or so away from me. "Dude, what happened?"
I shrugged, and walked around her. I grabbed a cigarette, picked up my sunglasses and purse, and walked away. "Danielle!" Both of them called as I headed for the door. "Where are you going? We're meeting the guys for breakfast," Charlie asked again. I sighed, "I'm gonna go visit a friend, tell the boys I said hi."
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"Beau!" I exclaimed as he popped the door open. He grabbed me instantly into a hug. "You found my hideout," he laughed. I didn't say anything yet he knew why I came.
"Nope, don't even ask."
"Come on, Beau. Just a little something to get me through until I can get a little from Steven again," I pleaded. Up until now, I hadn't really asked him of anything. We just kept in touch. Steven helped me get my poison of choice most times. But now that Axl was onto him, I didn't want to encourage him more and get him kicked out. "I promised Eric I would never help you two out," Beau shortly said. "Well he's kinda dead and I'm friends with druggie rockstars. Promises don't last forever, now do they?"
Beau quickly faced me, he scrunched his nose and shook his head. "I said no."
"Then could you, at least, help me get a plane ticket home?" I asked.
It took a minute but when he realized what I wanted, his eyes widened. "You just asked me for drugs."
"If I can't get drugs, I want to get better. I can't do this type of crap anymore."
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He shrugged, "Let's go pack your shit then."
A/N: sooo...whats goin on in danielle's mind? just...drop and leave ig?
sry for the rly confusing and sad chapter as my comeback but we're getting placessss
