Disappeared [ Dylan Sprayberry Fanfic ]

Chapter 10

Dylan's POV
"Bridget." I slid my hands along her sides from behind, and then wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Mmm?" She mumbled sleepily, turning her head slowly as I fit my head into the crook of her neck.
"I want to be with you." I pleaded softly, squeezing my eyes close and inhaling. Roses and strawberry shampoo. Home. I didn't know why I'd said it, considering I was right beside her. But I had the slightest of inklings that I should be missing this terribly. Us, I mean.
"I love you." I kissed her jaw, and felt her smile. She laid her hands gently over mine, then squeezed my fingers tightly.
"I love you too." Bridget squeezed my hands tighter. She parted her lips, and began shaking, as if she was in pain,
"I love you so much..."
Suddenly, tears pooled her eyes and threatened to spill over her flushed cheeks. She turned in my arms, a breath away from my lips--looking straight into my eyes. Bridget was changing right in front of me, from the sun kissed angel I knew, to the broken little girl I also knew. The look she gave me, I knew I was the cause for those tears.
"Why did you ever leave? I'm falling apart." Bridget said this as a collection of shadows moved overhead. I tightened my grip around her,
"I'm right here...please. Please." I begged, cupping her face in my hands. Her eyes closed and she turned her head away from me. Consoling her only made the tears come faster, and her soft whimpers elevate into hysteric sobbing. Bridget reached up, grazing my neck with her soft fingers. Slowly, they laced together behind my neck as the shadows approached impatiently. I looked up, pleading with my eyes. "Don't take her away from me." I mouthed silently. I looked back at Bridget, her features were hazy. Her flickering lips found mine, and I closed my eyes as the familiar passionate fire bloomed across my chest. That familiar connection, only we seemed to have. This was what I missed, but why, why was I missing it?

As Bridget tangled her fingers in my hair, I found no reason to want to leave. All at once, it seemed as if a gigantic invisible hand had thrown me to the ground. Dazed, I struggled to keep my eyes open to watch Bridget crumble like sand. I felt incredibly sleepy, like someone had overdosed Bridget's kiss with sleeping pills. The hand I'd held countless times reached out for me helplessly; the tips of her perfect fingers crumbled away. It spread like an infection, her arms began cracking, then her face and neck--until there was nothing left to dissolve. And I just stood by, watching her leave. What hurt the most was how easy it was turning my back on her, like that. I get it, the shadows hadn't been after Bridget--they'd been after me. I was falling into darkness, and I knew it.
I let my head roll to the side, and stared into the opening in the trees. "Ah," I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight streaming in between the leaves.
"A forest..."
"That's just like you, Bridget." A circle of yellow light flew around me, and  then...

"Dylan, Dylan..." A finger jabbed at the crown of my head.
"Dylan!" I forced open my eyes, and lifted my head. Molly stared back at me. I blinked, disoriented.
"What?" I snapped, rubbing my eye with the heel of my hand. I'd been having nightmares like that frequently in the past week or so, since Tyler had called. Dreams are dreams, I reminded myself, a series of events created by the subconscious--imaginative sleeping. It means nothing.
"Don't give me that, "What". Cranky pants. That girl has been really getting to you, hasn't she?" Molly looked at me, as she unwrapped her 4th stick of gum.
"I'm fine." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. She rolled her eyes, and pointed one of her dark black nails at me.
"Liar. Why don't you just tell me? My therapist told me its better to say the things out loud that are troubling you." Molly turned all the way around in her chair to face mine. She crossed her legs, and tilted her head into a sympathetic--therapist like gesture.
When I didn't say anything, she slumped back in her seat and frowned. "Just forget this chick. I mean--it seems like she's doing more bad than good." She inspected the tips of her nails idly.

I put my head in my hands, ripped at my hair, clenching my teeth. "Forget...Do you have any idea how hopeless that is? No, of course you don't or you wouldn't have said it." I shook my head repeatedly, trying not to fixate on anything in particular. I studied the scarred desk, my pen, the finished worksheet in front of me.
"You're acting like this is some kind of life changing event--just forget." Molly repeated, shrugging again. What she didn't understand was that Bridget was my life changing event, and I'd have to be born a million times over again for that to happen... Forgetting Bridget was like forgetting your first name, it just didn't happen.
"And how do you presume I do that, huh? Unfortunately, I am not blessed with the gift of Amnesia." I barked, loud enough to get a few glares from my half-asleep classmates. Molly winced like she'd been struck.
"Fuck you." Her voice cracked as she spun around, chomping on her gum furiously.