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#1 Dylan O'Brien - Overdose

Italics = thoughts in your head

It happened again......
The pain was too unbearable and, before you know it, you are swallowing pill, after pill, after pill. But, you never could manage to fully commit and you stop taking the pills as you slide down the wall of your bathroom. You just cry your eyes out, wanting the pain to just go away. And, as always when this happens, you pull your phone out, ready to call Dylan, your boyfriend. Only this time, though, you actually do end up calling him.

One ring. What am I doing?

Two rings. It's 2am, he won't be awake.

Three rings. God, I should just-

"Hello."
He picks up.
Shit.

"Babe? Is everything alright?" He asks, his voice groggily from just waking up.

You don't say anything. You just panic and quickly hang up.

Moments later, your phone starts ringing again and you pick it up.

"Y/n. Love. Talk to me," Dylan says, more alert and worried than before.

Tears running down your face, you reply, "Can- Can you come over?"

You hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, followed by a, "I'll be there in 20."

He hangs up.

But, let's get something straight here. He doesn't know about all the times you tried to overdose. The only thing he does know, is what happened that made you be this much of a mess. And, long story short, you killed your best friend. Well, you believe you killed them because you were the one who was driving that day. You feel it was your fault and you were responsible for the actions that happened that night, even though the other car was the one that hit you. The person responsible was drunk and ended up rear-ending you on the side of your car, but that isn't going to stop you from feeling so guilty. So, now here you are, crying in the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, and you hear the door of your apartment unlock.

"Babe?!" You hear his voice call out.

No response.

So, he walks into your bedroom, and notices the bathroom light on. Reaching the bathroom door, he opens it slowly only to find you, lying on the floor, crying.

He absolutely HATED seeing you like this. It destroyed him knowing how much pain you're going through losing someone so close to you. And as he kneels down next to you on the floor, before he can say anything, you quickly sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. He hugs back, keeping you close to him.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out after a few minutes.

"Sorry, for what?" Dylan asks.

But, that's when he notices. Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, he sees an empty pill bottle.

He reaches over and grabs it. "What is this?" You pull away from the hug. "How many have you taken?!"

You avoid eye contact with him, "11. Maybe 12."

"Are you okay? Do you FEEL okay?"

"Yeah. I feel okay."

"Yeah, well," He starts standing up and picks you up bridal style, "I'm not taking any chances. I'm taking you to the hospital."

On the way there, the car ride is silent. A very, uncomfortable silence, something that doesn't usually happen between you and Dylan.

"How many times have this happened?" Dylan breaks the silence.

You don't answer.

"Answer the question, y/n," he starts getting annoyed.

Still no response.

"How many times have this happened?!"

Now you're just pissing him off at this point.

"I said, how many TIMES HAVE THIS HAPPE-"

"EIGHT!" You snap.
More quietly, you repeat, "Eight."

Dylan chuckles coldly. "You're telling them that when we get there."

"They'll send me to rehab for it."

"Yeah, well, maybe you need it."

This shocked you. You did not expect Dylan, of all people, to say what he said. I mean, yeah, you get it, he's worried about you. But to be willing to send you to rehab is next level.

The rest of the ride there was silent, and as you got out of the car and into the hospital, you were scared and nervous about whether or not rehab would end up being an option. Not only that, but also whether or not Dylan would end up actually wanting to put you into rehab.

After what felt like hours of waiting and millions of questions from the doctor, the question came..

"Have you considered rehab?"

"Yes, we have," Dylan spoke up, "But, I think I'll just keep an eye on them if anything happens. If things end up getting worse, then we'll look more into rehab, if that's alright with you."

Relief fills your bones as you exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Yeah. Sounds good. You guys are set to go then."

*time skip*

"Y/n," you hear. "Hey. Wake up, baby."

"Dylan?" You start waking up and realize the car is parked next to a house. "Where are we?"

"Back at my place. You're gonna stay with me until further notice, okay?"

"But I don't have any clothes here."

"I stopped by your apartment and packed a bag for you. You fell asleep as soon as we left the hospital, so I went ahead and packed it myself so you could get some rest."

"Oh."

Exhausted, you step out of the car and make your way to Dylan's house. When inside, you walk into his bedroom and crawl under the sheets of his bed. Instantly, you already start falling asleep as you feel the bed shift on the other side of you and see Dylan crawl in bed with you.

He kisses your forehead. "Goodnight, y/n."

"Night, Dyl.... I love you."

"I love you, too."

And as you peacefully fell into asleep, you realized that everything will be okay.

A/N - First imagine and I'm impressed with myself. Anyways, I'm planning on doing a bunch of fandoms in this book and I'll try my best to post as frequent as I can. Plus, I'm planning on taking snip-its from the videos I made on my Tiktok account and add more dialogue and/or action to it to make an imagine out of it. And, one final note, imma have different perspectives throughout my writings as well, so I'll have the perspective I just did, first person through y/n, and first person through the character/actor the imagine is about. Peace out, guys.