If only you could save me || Imagine Dragons Fanfic

Chapter 11

WAYNE

I feel a tremor go through me as I read what Dan wrote a second ago. My tears are falling as soon as I finish reading it. And then I run. I run out of the front door and run in the direction I know Dan's house is. I don't know how I'm going to enter the locked house, but I know that if it's possible, I will find a way. I have to get inside, I have to comfort Dan. It was foolish to come here, I know. I can't get to him, that's just a fact. I quickly type a reply to Dan,

Nonononono don't you dare. When Dan doesn't reply I type,

What have you done?!

Then I suddenly see Dan walking out of the house with a pale face, holding one of his hands with his other one. When he spots me he stops, not moving. I look at him, confused but relieved to see him alive. He walks off next to me, pain written on his face. He's still limping, maybe even more than before. He enters the pharmacy and goes to a spot in the shop. I follow him and see him take out some sleeping pills from the desk.

" No." I say looking Dan in the eyes. I repeat it, " No. And what did he do with your arm? "

" Broke it. " Dan simply says as he moves toward the counter. I grab his hand and don't release it. I take the sleeping pills away from him and put them back. Dan reaches for them with his other hand but winces and drops his hand back. I see a tear sliding down his cheek and I say,

" Come on, let's go to mine's." He shakes his head and says,

" I'm either getting those pills or going to my home." I frown and him and he continues, " And remember what I said at yours. Just ignore me. " I shake my head, then ask,

" So do you want me to kill myself? That's the only way I'm going to stop caring. And I told them. Ben and Platz know." Panic lights up on Dan's face and then he runs. His leg is slowing him down but still he reaches his house faster than me and opens the door, walking in and closing it behind him. I sigh. Sometimes I just wish Dan would cry into me instead of keeping it to himself.

DAN

As I get inside my uncle instantly beats me up, burns me and cuts me. I'm bored of it all, but Wayne won't let me do it. He'll never let me kill myself. Never. I know that now. And it's because Wayne cares. He's not pretending. He didn't run all the way to my house and stopped me from buying, and earlier drinking, sleeping pills, for pretending. Well, I think not. I feel something I haven't felt since my uncle and my traitor friend broke me. And that's trust. I trust Wayne. And I have a feeling I also care for him. I... love him. Stupid Dan, you mustn't love anyone, they'll turn their back on you, a part of me argues back. Another, braver part of me believes Wayne. Maybe stupider part, but I feel like it's stronger. I feel like Wayne will never turn his back on me. Ben or Platz? We don't spend as much time together, and they're... They're nit the same. Sure, Ben's joke can make me feel happy and Platz too, but it's just different. I don't know how to explain. Really, I don't. I'm lying in bed when my door opens. I see my uncle enter my room. I shudder. Why's he here? Is he going to hurt me more? I feel myself breathing fast and try to calm down. Why do I have to be so coward? I pull up my blanket to my nose, scared. He looks at me with a predatory whine in his eyes and says,

" Your father passed away." I freeze and feel coldness envelope me. My. Father. Passed. Away. The words ring in my mind like the pumping of pain you can't stop. Well, without committing suicide. He then says, " And I'm going for holiday, leaving you for two days. " My mood lights up but then he says, " My sister Elizabeth is going to come over tomorrow, and believe me, she is no better than I am. " He walks away and before I even have time to realize he meant he's leaving right now, I hear the car's engine roar into life and being driven away. That's it. He left. Even this can't cheer me up. My father is dead. My father is dead. My father is dead. I can't think. I feel like i can't breathe, like I'm drowning in the waters of my soul. I barely think before sailing Wayne's number into my phone with my healthy hand. Wayne instantly picks it up,

" Dan?"

" Wayne?"

" Yes where did your uncle go? I saw him drive off."

" He's gone on holiday for two days... "

" Oh that's great! So he won't beat you then."

" Yes... "

" What's wrong?"

" Where are you?"

" I'm still in front of your house."

"I'll let you in..."I go to the door, putting my phone down before opening it. It's harder using only one hand... I see Wayne holding his phone and saying 'ok' into it before he puts the call down and comes in. I say, "Um so, do you mind if I sing a song for you?" Wayne seems confused but nods. I take my notebook and start singing,

Who knows how long I've been awake now? The shadows on my wall don't sleep, They keep calling me Beckoning, beckoning

Who knows what's right? The lines keep getting thinner. My age has never made me wise But I keep pushing on and on and on and on

There's nothing left to say now There's nothing left to say now I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now,

I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

There's nothing left to say now

There's nothing left to say now

I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

Below my soul I feel an engine Collapsing as it sees the pain If I could only shut it out. I've come too far To see the end now Even if my way is wrong

I keep pushing on and on and on and on

There's nothing left to say now There's nothing left to say now

I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now There's nothing left to say now There's nothing left to say now

I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

I keep falling, I keep falling down I keep falling, I keep falling down I keep falling, I keep falling down I keep falling, I keep falling down

If you could only save me I'm drowning in the waters of my soul

There's nothing left to say now There's nothing left to say now

I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now There's nothing left to say now

There's nothing left to say now I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now I'm giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

As I finish I look at Wayne and see he's on the edge of tears.

" Don't give up." He says. I clench my teeth. I shouldn't have sang it. I should have known he'll guess what it means.

" Is it at least g-good?" I ask. Oh heck, stupid me. Of course it's not good, it's awful! I'm only a piece of good for nothing shit. Tears roll down my cheeks. Why do I have to be so weak? I'm so drowning in my thoughts I don't hear Wayne answer. What brings me from my negative thoughts is agony as Wayne touches my back, trying to comfort me. I must visibly wince because he takes his hand away and says,

" Shh, it's okay. It's going to be alright. You're good you're amazing-" I interrupt him with a yell,

" NO! I'm bad I'm awful." Wayne stays calm even though I just yelled at him as loudly as I could,

" Dan, please. Believe me. I beg you to believe me. You are good. You're not a mistake. " He says. As soon as I can stop my tears I say,

" I'm a reckless mistake. I'm a cold night's intake. I'm a first-class let down." He shakes his head,

" No Dan, you are the opera, always on time." I think about that for a minute. Well, I'm on time to school, but not to home. I am always late to home. Always. I'm never on time. Never ever. Wayne looks at me, his face pleading, " Believe me. You. Are. Good." That's it. I blurt it out,

" Father died."