WAYNE
I basically fall asleep when Platz hits the door first and then wake up to the second hut. I'm a very light sleeper, and my insomnia doesn't help. I think mum's going to let them in so I stay where I am. Soon I hear the door opening and Ben and Platz talking. Then they enter my room. Ben is basically red with anger, literally, while Platz looks shocked and not only angry. Ben says,
" How dare he... HOW DARE HE?!" I just sigh, way too tired to answer the obvious - with bravery. I don't get this question, I never really did. Platz says,
" That piece of-" But Ben cuts him off, hitting my bed next to me with a big thump. I flinch and he continues beating my bed,
" THIS IS HIM! IM SO ANGRY IM GOING TO BEAT HIM UP TOMORROW! IN CLASS!"
" Ben, calm down. " I say, but he doesn't hear me. I say again, " Ben-" I try again but he continues shouting,
" IM GOING TO KILL HIM!" I scream,
" CALM DOWN BEN!" He slaps me on the hand and I flinch. He roars,
" I AM NOT CALMING DOWN! YOU'RE EXPELLED BECAUSE OF HIM!" I sigh and close my eyes, holding my hurting hand in the other one. The pain goes away in a minute, just like Ben's shouting. Now he just looks at me, guilty.
" Sorry i shouldn't have slapped you but I'm so angry." He says quietly.
" It's okay." I say and Platz's phone buzzes. He takes it out and says,
" Dan wrote!" All my tiredness instantly gone, I jump to my feet,
" WHAT DID HE WRITE?!" I ask, far too excited and nervous to stay calm. Ben says with a grin,
"Now who need to calm down." I don't listen and open messages on Platz's phone. He wrote something long...
Hi Platz. I don't know if you care, I guess you don't. But by the time you read this I'm gone. I have nothing left. My Aunt turned out to be abusive too and I'm cutting. I can't live on like this. I guess, this is goodbye, if you even care. Maybe you won't even read this. I don't know why I'm even writing this... I don't get why I'm crying. I'm just about to do what is good. It will be better for me. Why do I have to cry because of this? You can tell Ben, if he cares. Or I guess If you two want to laugh and how miserable I am. So bye. Also, I was feeling unwell around a month ago because I swallowed a... A lot of sleeping pills. Why doesn't suicide ever work?
I'm tearing up by the time I finish the second sentence and Platz needs to rub my back so I'm able to read it all without my tears making everything too blurry. But as I finish reading I end up sobbing and crying. I bite my tongue then say in a fragile voice,
" W-we have to try to s-save him. He only sent it just now, M-maybe he's still alive." Suddenly the phone changes to I look. Great, Dan deleted the message. He's typing a new one. He sent it.
Tell Wayne he didn't help, tell him I'm so angry I can't put it in words. I'm so betrayed. I feel jaded. Tell him I hate him.
Nothing more. If we wouldn't have seen the first message he sent, we wouldn't have known anything. Great so he took it back he doesent want us to know anyway. Even imagining a crying Dan makes me sad, now I know he's cutting and his aunt's abusive. And it's my fault. If I stood up to Fred, this wouldn't be happening. If I would have been smarter, I would've known- THERE IS NO TIME! NOT EVEN FOR HONEST THOUGHTS! I stand up and run down the stairs, run out of the door and run towards where I know Dan's house is. I see Dan up ahead, he's running too, but in the same direction. I run but he's faster than me. I shriek his name but he doesn't stop. He doesn't even look back... He runs into a park and without taking a breath he jumps into a lake. My eyes widen and I take a deep breath, and, like this, in clothes, I jump into the river after him. But I do take a breath. I notice he took his sweatshirt off in the water and there are scars, new and old, covering his arms. I swim down to him and grab his shoulders. He visibly winces and I try to pull him up. Soon Ben and Platz appear next to me and together we pull him out. But he ties the sweatshirt to his neck and tightens it until he can't breathe. I try to soften it but can't. I get my pocket knife and start cutting into the sweatshirt. Dan's eyes are closed. I continue cutting. He opens his mouth in instinct to get a breath, even though he doesn't really want to he can't control so strong instincts. He can't? It's still to tight. Tears are running down my checks,
" Help!" Some people see us and rush over. One of them says,
" Let me help, I'm good with ties." I nod and let go, crying. He soon manages to untie the tie but Dan refuses to take a breath. Clearly not knowing it was a suicide attempt, the man says, " took it off." To Dan. He doesn't move and then the man sees his hands and realisation flashes in his eyes. He kneels down next to him and says, " Come on boy." Then he sighs when he doesn't react and looks at me, as if saying, ' It's up to you now.' I sit down next to Dan and say quietly,
" Dan, breathe." It's hard to speak through sobs but I have to be strong so I say, " Dan, please. You are good. This world needs you. Y-you aren't a mistake. You're a blessing. I care, I care, I care. Dan, please. I beg you to breathe. Dan... You can't... You mustn't... Dan, please." I out my hand on him. He's freaking cold. He- No! He can't have died already! I scream, " DAN PLEASE! Breathe..." When he doesn't react I say, " I love you." The man says quietly, softly,
" I think he's dead-" I stop him,
" NO!" I yell, " No no no no no no no no-o. N-no." Then I lay my head on the grass and cry. I cry so hard I can't breathe. This gives me an idea. I look up at Ben and Platz and shout,
" KILL ME!"
" Calm down." The man and Ben say at the same time. Normally this may have made me laugh, two strangers saying the same thing at the same time, but not now. Now I just repeat it,
" Kill me, kill me, kill me." I'm shaking and crying and sobbing and crying and- Then Dan moves his hand. Just slightly, but he moves his hand. He's alive. I gulp down the words that are about to leave my mouth again and watch him. I can hear him heavily breathe and then he puts an arm around me. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. His eyes are teary. My eyes are teary. He blinks some tears away and says,
" I-I'm not g-going to k-kill yo-ou." And with that he hugs me tight. And I feel him close, feel him close like he wanted me to. And I smile. A tiny, small smile, but I smile.
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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.
