Disappeared [ Dylan Sprayberry Fanfic ]

Chapter 14

Bridget's POV
"I'll go to the cemetery, and you go to Daniel's house--alright?" Crystal poked her head out the window of her pick up truck, face grief stricken. I nodded hastily and started the Romeo, Dylan's  gift to me. I'd only just begun driving in it again. We both waved as we pulled out of the parking lot and went our separate ways down the road.
I'd only been to his house once, for a project for school. Daniel lived in an apartment complex--he told me he lived there alone, ever since he was 15 years old. It was odd, he had said with a smile, one day he'd came home and his father and mother weren't there. They'd left a note with the number to his uncle's house, which he had tried living there apparently, but it never worked out for reasons he wouldn't explain. When I'd asked Daniel if he had felt lonely living by himself like that, he'd only shook his head and smiled. I never asked about it again, the subject seemed to private for me to stick my nose into.

I pulled into one of the free spaces in front of the apartment building, and jogged up to the front door of the complex. A part of me hoped Daniel was playing hooky, sitting in front of his television playing Call of Duty--but I knew that wasn't the case. He would've answered the phone if he had, probably invited me over to play with him. I found my way over to the elevator to find that it was out of order. I growled in frustration, and scanned the dimly lit lobby. The more time I wasted standing around, the more anxious I felt. I dashed towards the door marked with 'stairs,' and groaned loudly. The stairs seemed to spiral up into oblivion, and Daniel was floor 8. One hundred and thirty six stairs later, I was standing in the hallway leading to his apartment. The hallway was trashed leading up to his door, something I hadn't noticed before--beer bottles, plastic milk cartons, water bottles, it looked like I was standing in the middle of the damaged food aisle in the local grocery store. I sucked in my breath, and knocked hesitantly.

"I remembered dropping the drinks, but not moving. Jade didn't look like Jade. Her body was so mutilated all I could look at was the twist in her spine, all of that god awful blood...she was looking at me, but she wasn't there." Daniel rubbed his forehead against my own seeming lost in his own mind, lost in the past.
"Jade wasn't there."
"Daniel..." I squeezed my eyes closed and grimaced, I couldn't imagine it--watching my little sister die.

I gave up on knocking and tried the door, it was locked. I dropped to my knees, and began searching for a spare key under the welcome mat. My fingers brushed the tip of a key, and I yanked it out-- batman decorated. Typical.
I inserted it into the lock, and jiggled it desperately.
"Please be in here, please be in here..." I mumbled, as I fell into the doorway. The apartment looked the same, completely spotless the way he kept it, there wasn't a thing out of place.
I peeked into the kitchen,
"Daniel?" There was a box of Captain Crunch out, but he wasn't there either.
I heard something fall come from the back of the house, and headed that way. I pushed Jade's door open, hoping and wishing he wasn't in there. The room looked like any other little girl's room, there was a pink princess themed bed in the corner, the wall's were both pink and white--the floral curtains were pulled close letting little to no light in the room, and the floor was cluttered with stuffed animals and toys.

A sudden scream emanated from the corner of the room, and my head snapped in that direction.
My heart jumped into my throat, I felt like I couldn't breathe.
Daniel was ripping at his wrists with what looked like a kitchen knife--it dropped from his hands the moment he looked up and saw me.
"D-Daniel?" I stammered, my legs moved on their own--I dropped to my knees beside him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, the chains on his jeans jingled with each hysterical movement--and he was dripping with water. Blood spilled out of the cuts on his wrists, staining his jeans and the pink carpet. His eyes looked crazed as he watched me, like he didn't quite believe I was really there. I reached out with a trembling hand, but he jerked away.
"Don't touch me!" Daniel shouted, his whole body shook out of control as he pulled at his hair.
"I-I just want do die..." He cried dodging my hands again,
"It's my fault...It's all my fault."
"N-No, its not your fault,  Daniel. Come on, its alright..." I tried to level my voice, as I neared him. It seemed as if I was looking at a totally different person compared to the guy I met at Hot Topic.
"I want to see Jade again, that's all I want Bridget...I just want to see my little sister!" Daniel reached for the knife again, but I moved it away. In my haste, I'd grabbed the blade, allowing the sharp edge to dig into my flesh. I winced in pain, and sent it flying across the room.
"I know, I know Daniel. And you will see her, but not now. Jade wouldn't want this!" I pressed my good hand to his bleeding forearm, trying to stop the blood flow.
"I can still hear the sound of her bones shattering," He shuddered violently, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Don't touch--"
I threw my arms around him tightly, and leaned my forehead against his shoulder.
"It's okay now--i'll stay here until you don't hear it anymore. Its okay." I repeated, stroking his hair. I pulled him as close as I could, keeping the pressure on his bleeding arm all the while.