AUTHOURS NOTE: Yes, Dan forgot everything about Aunt Elizabeth;)
DAN
I lie awake for what seems like hours. Normally I'd swallow one or two sleeping pills to help. Maybe I can ask Wayne for some. Or is he asleep already? I realize I didn't change. I never change at home, but maybe Wayne's mom found it weird. The others changed to pyjamas... I close my eyes and trie to sleep. After what feels like an eternity, I finally fall sleep.
My uncle beats me until all feeling goes away from my legs. Both of my hands and both of my legs are broken. Pain's all I feel. Ben, Platz and Wayne are cheering him to beat me more. Especially Wayne. Then he thinks my uncles not hard on me enough and steps forward. Tears are sliding down my cheeks. I should've known that they would turn on me. Wayne kicks me and then slices into my cheek d with a knife. A big knife. Pain. I'm gonna die. I wanted it to be myself who killed me. Not my past friend... He takes a gun and shoots my chest. The bullet hits with speed, bringing even more pain. Another Bullet. This one straight into my head. I shriek as my brain explodes and-
I wake up panting and sweating and crying and shrieking. I don't see anything. It's dark. I feel pain erupt in my whole body. And warmth. Good warmth. Wayne. He's hugging me. I put my head on his chest, still crying but not shrieking anymore. I hear and feel my heartbeat - or is it his? And it helps me to calm down. Wayne whispers,
" It's okay. Everything's okay." I try to calm my breathing and I wonder how Wayne's so calm. After about half an hour I lift my head and see Wayne looking at me.
" I'm sorry." I say. Even I barely hear myself, " I'm sorry I'm a miserable mistake." Wayne says,
" But Dan, you're not."
" I am" I say, and I'm not sure if Wayne heard me. Probably he did because he shakes his head and asks,
" Do you want to sleep in my bed?"
" I-if it-ts not a big p-p-problem, then m-maybe." I say. He nods and says,
" Come then."He half lifts me into the bed and I get on and lie down.
" Thanks..." I say. Then I fall asleep again and this time, feeling Wayne's warm body next to me, I don't have a nightmare.
The next day I wake and notice Wayne's already gone but Ben and Platz are still sleeping. I look at the clock. It's five A.M. Where did Wayne go so soon? I suddenly head something coming from outside. Something familiar. Wayne's guitar. I look out of the window at the Garden and see Wayne sitting on a bench in the garden, playing the guitar. I walk to the garden door and slowly open it then go out, closing it behind me again. I walk up to Wayne and sit down next to him. He instantly stops,
" Sorry, did I wake you? Can't you sleep? I can go back if you need me." I smile. He sounds nearly like me, worried I did something wrong... Again.
" No. I just woke and saw you so I decided to come out. Please keep playing." He says,
" You should sleep." I feel brave so I say,
" That works both ways. YOU should sleep. And I will not sleep." Wayne sighs ans nods, continuing to play the guitar. I notice it's rhythm is kinda like Hear Me's so I start singing. Wayne suddenly interrupts me,
" My mother is getting suspicious of you. She knows something is wrong with your hand and she noticed you... Not to be rude, but tend to be overworried and panic quickly." I sigh. I should've known she'll notice. I shouldn't have come. Wayne then just keeps playing so I continue singing. We play and sing for about an hour and then we see Wayne's mother coming out to us with a plate of cookies,
" Hello, earlybirds. Have some cookies before breakfast so you won't starve to death, singing for so long without eating!" I'm instantly on edge and I try to lift my right hand for a cookie because I forgot that it's broken in fear of Wayne's mother calling the hospital. How can I be so stupid, I was worried about her calling the hospital because of my hand and I forgot about my hand being broken. Heck. I grimace and have to squeeze my eyes shit to stop myself from making a sound in pain. Take a deep breath and take my hurt arm in my other hand. Then I get a cookie with my healthy hand and I'm about to bite into it but decide to sniff it in case it's poisoned. Who knows? An idea forms in my head. Next time when I try to commit suicide, I could put sleeping pills in a cookie so Wayne doesn't see... And then I become aware of Wayne's mother staring at me and Wayne sitting closer to me. Oh no.
" I have to go to the bathroom." I say as quickly as I can and then I stand up and run into the house. I dash into the bathroom. I just don't know what to do. I'm so angry at myself. How could I forget about it? And now I showed my weakness to Wayne's mother. Fear and anger ripple through me. How could I? I take out my pocketknife from my pocket with my healthy hand. I don't know what I'm doing. I slice into the flesh of my broken hand. Pain. I don't know what I am doing. I continue slicing into myself broken hand at different parts until it's covered in blood. What am I doing? Now I know. I'm hurting myself. And I deserve it. I need to get my temper off on someone. I slice into my own shoulder and hard as I can. My breathing grows ragged from pain. Then I put lots of tissues in my sweatshirts arm and pull it back onto my broken hand. Pain erupts where the sweatshirt's arm touches my arm, but I don't care. I deserved it. That's why I did it. I never did anything like this before. But I have a feeling this won't be the last time I do it. I found out a way to punish myself for being stupid. When my uncle isn't there to punish me, I can punish myself. I feel... victorious. I know I shouldn't feel victorious because I hurt myself, but I do. I'm stupid as fuck and I'm a mistake and I tried ending that but if I can't just damage it. I walk out of the bathroom and to the garden. I hesitate. Maybe I shouldn't walk back. I shouldn't waste Wayne's time on a mistake like myself. So it turn around and leave Wayne's house. As I reach my house, I notice a car parked in front of it. Aunt Elizabeth. How could I forget?! I run to the front door and open it.
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If only you could save me || Imagine Dragons Fanfic
FanfictionDan Reynolds is thirteen when he joins Wayne Sermons school. But he isn't okay. Will someone be able to help him? OH MY I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS.
