If only you could save me || Imagine Dragons Fanfic

Chapter 2

WAYNE

I told Ben that McKee we should be friends of Dan but also that he was maybe quite mean, though I didn't go into detail about the watch. I just said he seemed to be stealing a watch. Then Ben told Platz that he should try to take Dan to his house without saying anything on the way and find out more about him. Next thing we knew, Platz knocked on my house's door, where we promised Ben and I would wait. Too soon. Well I think too soon. I open the door and see Platz, his facial expression confused.

"What happened? "

" I don't know he ran away. "

" He what?"

" I led him to my house and before he even sat down he ran away. "

" Oh. " Is all I can answer as I am too surprised to form any other sentence. Ben, who also heard, is different, though, " Why did he run away? " Platz shrugs" He just did. " I knew it. This was a bad idea. Why couldn't we just try to make friends like, well, normal people would? I mean I know w why, because of the watch, but still... What's been done is one, and I would rather be here, thinking about the now, than live in regret.(AN: Anyone know waves?)

" Vey suspicious, very suspicious. " Ben says. I simply sigh and say, " I'll try normally tommorow in the first class we are together in." Both of them nod.

Next day... At English I look at Dan, who's sitting next to me. What I see surprises me. He is completely bend over his table, and his body is shaking from sobs. I freeze from shock and then lean over hugging him with one hand. Now it's he who freezes and he whimpers. Then he looks up at me and I can see tears stains on his cheeks and also fresh tears under his eyes. " What's wrong?" I ask him and he replies with a barely visible shrug. I can see fear in his eyes and also anger. I say, "Please, try to calm down. Just breathe. In... out... in... out." I can see him doing just that and then finally he calms down. He wipes the wetness from his checks and continues writing as if nothing happened. I realise he's writing in his notebook, which is now wet.

" Sorry, I wish I could give you a dry one. " I mutter then ask again, " Whats wrong?"

" Nothing. " He answers in a barely audible whisper. I shake my head,

" Come on, what's wrong? You can tell me anything. Trust me." He shakes his head and then the bell rings. We all walk out of school, except for Dan, who jumps up and runs off. I sigh. That boys just a mystery.

DAN

What was I even thinking? Now someone saw how weak I am. I let someone see me as a wreck. What was I even thinking? That boy, Wayne, is probably currently telling his friends ' remember that newbie? He was so fucking weak and crying in front of everyone!' Well, he didn't seem like that kind of person, but he may have been acting. Even I act. I act like I'm not the big screw-up that I am. I'm so angry. At myself. How could I be so fucking stupid? I should keep my problems for myself, at least I did right by not telling him my problem. And what happened yesterday, that Platz and Ben, I know they're Wayne's friends.

My mind wanders back to my parents. It has been a month since they've been gone, and a letter saying they'll be gone until Spring came yesterday. Spring! It's August, so that's half, nearly one year! I'm not going to survive that long with my uncle, John, who's watching over me. He's a very angry and strict man. If I'm not home by ten minutes after school, he'll give me a beating. And hell, that hurts. But I've come used to it. The problem is our house is twenty minutes from school, which means I really need to rush. Well, I'll get a beating anyway, I can't run that fast. But sometimes he doesn't, when he's happy. Or when he has other unpleasant things for me. Sometimes I don't get to eat all day.

I reach our house and open the door quietly, not to wake him if he's sleeping and make him even grumpier. He often sleeps at afternoon. As soon as I set foot in my house, I hear his voice,

" There you are, the biggest mistake in the world, six minutes late."

" Just beat me up and let me go to my room. "

I am not normally brave enough to say things like that but the anger -even if it's directed at myself - made me say it.

" Don't tell me what to do. "

" And why not?" By now I know I'll get a big punishment for speaking like this, but I don't care. I don't care what happens. I don't even care if I die. It couldn't get so much worse, at least then I'd have a bit of peace. Would I go to heaven or somewhere else? John's fist hitting my chest brings me back to reality. He places a hand on my throat and pushes me again the wall. I can't breathe. He kicks my belly. I don't flinch. He lights a match and pushes it against my neck. I bite my to tongue.

" Why not? Because you are a stupid screw-up whimp, a big mistake, that's why, so you have no right to tell me what to do, or tell anyone what to do, and I'm also mich better than everyone else not only you. " He slaps my cheek with the hand not holding the match and I feel a hot tear welling in my eye. I know I have no chance to beat him, since what he said is true, I'm a good for nothing mistake. Why did I even have to be dropped into this world of 'clouded hell'? That's from a song I wrote when I wanted to run away. He takes a pocket knife and says, " Never, ever disrespect me, you stupid fuck!" Then he drops the match from my neck, it landing on my shoulder, and slices into my belly with the pocket knife. I shriek, which causes my uncle to hit my shoulder without releasing the knife. Then he moved the knife over to my shoulder and cuts deeper. I can feel warm blood on my arm. Then he takes the knife away all of a sudden, kick me in the tummy where he cut me and then takes my wrist, pushing the knife into my wrist under my palm, the bone nearly visible. Then he lets go, puts the knife away and says, " To to your room. Now."