The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 35

merry christmas!!!

tw drug abuse & mentions of suicide

Brooke Wires

I knock on his door as I hug myself. I hide my hands on the sleeves of my sweater as I wait for him to open the door.

It's been a while since I've been here, it doesn't feel familiar anymore.

I stare at the door as the rain starts to fall down behind me. Thank god I'm covered by his front porch.

After what feels like a whole minute, the door finally turns open and I met his eyes.

His face turns into pure shock, obviously not expecting to see me there— because to be honest I don't even know why I'm here either— and I feel my brows furrow at the sight of him.

"Hell, you look like shit." I say as I look at his worn out features. Pale skin, under eyes darker than the night and he looks like he's about to collapse.

Dylan coughs before speaking, "Brooke—what? What are you doing here?"

"It's good to see you too." I half smile, still not knowing how to act with him.

"I—," he shakes his head. "Fuck yeah." His shoulders seem to relax as he brings me to him, giving me a hug.

I hug him back, crossing my arms on his back. When we let go each other, I look at him with a closed smile.

"Do you wanna come in?" He asks.

"If I'm not bothering you..."

"No. Just come in."

He closes the door behind me, and I make my way to his living room. Shit, I forgot what his house was like. It's been at least a month since I last was here.

"You can—" he coughs, and I furrow my brows again. "You can sit down, I'll go for something to drink."

"You don't have to." I try to say, but he's already in the kitchen.

I sit down on one of his couches, staring around. He comes back with two waters and sits beside me.

"I—uh, I don't have many things, hope that works." He says, referring to the water.

"It's fine." I say, looking at him.

He stares back at me with those tired eyes and I can't help but hug him again.

I missed him so fucking much.

Dylan basically became my only friend after everything went down with Victor and Sienna. At first I was a bit taken back by him, because he was older and already had a job and because we basically met in the bathroom of a party where I caught him doing cocaine.

I guess it shocked me to actually see someone doing it, but it wasn't like I hadn't heard about drugs before– I even wanted to try them– so we met at the perfect timing for me.

I had just broken up with Victor—-well, he broke up with me, and I was depressed as fuck. I just felt pain and pain every single day. I would wake up crying and I would go to sleep crying. Things at home weren't alright either, so I was basically trying to keep going the best I could. I guess I thought things would get better after that, but oh, way down we go.

Breaking up with Victor fucked me up. It made me feel insignificant, hurt and heartbroken, and when Sienna told me he was hosting a party I just broke down even more. Because while I was trying to understand what went wrong in our relationship of two years–what I did wrong– he just didn't care.