12. 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

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"and i'll call you when the party's over."
     ||WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER; BILLIE||               || EILISH||
                        ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
TW: CUSSING, MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE DRINKING
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into the darkness i went.

i dashed down the dim-lit sidewalk.

sprinted away from buck's.

i kept running

and running

and running.

i couldn't stop myself.

even if i wanted to,

i couldn't stop.

my breathing drowned out the sound of my heavy steps on the concrete.

downed out everything around me.

that's all i could focus on.

that and running as far away as possible.

after sprinting for about 3 minutes, which seemed like hours, i collapsed into a patch of grass on the side of the road, under a tree.

i laid flat on the moist grass, regaining my breath.

the tears flowed from my eyes.

the hot tears on my face were uncomfortable.

i silently sobbed.

i felt terrible.

my head was pounding.

my ankles burned.

my knees had given out.

my vision was blurry.

i wasn't...myself.

i just didn't feel like me.

i would never drink.

i would never put myself in this situation.

i would never lose my fucking mind over a guy.

but here we are.

maybe i'm not me anymore.

maybe i've changed.

maybe the me i was four days ago is gone.

shit.

four days ago.

dally got out of the hospital only four days ago.

it's felt like four weeks.

or maybe longer.

the sound of my breathing began to disappear and thor only sound i could heard now was the upcoming heavy footsteps.

i sat up slowly to see a silhouette across the street.

a taller, muscled silhouette.

it then took a step, now being under the streetlight.

even with my horrid vision, i could identify him.

dallas winston.

he stood there, under that streetlight, staring at me. i stared back. we just stared at each other.

without breaking the eye contact, he began to make his way over to me. i sat up quickly and walked in his direction.

after a moment of two, we both met up in the middle.

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