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seven: dark.

"good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

Makayla's POV

Everybody has a drug, whether its a band, an inanimate object, actual drugs, or any other.

But mine was a person, and they went by their middle name.

He went by his middle name.

Love is like the secret you tell your friend you promise you'll keep to yourself, and not tell anyone; because you never do, just like love always remains there.

As I sat on the couch I grabbed Papertowns by John Green and read it for the third time.

When I was at part 2, I heard footsteps, and the sound of keys clashing together as one unlocked the door.

The wooden door creaked open slowly, then gaining a faster pace.

My mom stepped through the doorway and her face lit up once she saw me.

I walked over to her, giving her a hug.

We then had a conversation, the basic 'how are you' shit.

She then went upstairs and I continued reading the book.

As I reached the last page, I had realized it was twelve a.m and I was still on the same couch.

I got up, and realized my foot was asleep, so I walked around; attempting to shake it off.

Once the indescribable feeling went away I made my way up to my bedroom and checked my phone, which was at one hundred percent due to it's charging while I was reading.

I wasn't a huge fan of reading, but it depends on the book.

Grabbing my phone, I saw I had a couple texts from him and a few phone calls. I checked instagram and twitter before checking the messages.

'Hey'

'can we talk?'

'are you okay?'

'why aren't you replying?'

'please reply i'm really worried.'

After reading them I sent back an 'i'm fine, hi.' And set my phone down.

I turned my television on and went onto netflix.

Scrolling through the movies, I decided on one of my favorite sad movies, cyberbully.

by the time I finished the movie it was almost two a.m.

Then the thought came into my mind I should play some music.

I clicked on 'Jet Black Heart,' and started humming to the familiar tune almost immediately.

everybody's got their demons, even wide awake or dreaming; i'm the one who ends up leaving, make it okay.

see a war I wanna fight it, see a match I want to strike it, every fire i've ignited, faded to grey.

but now that i'm broken; now that you know it, caught up in the moment, can you see inside?

Cause i've got a jet black heart, and theres a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart; I write, with a poison pen, but these chemicals moving between us, are the reason, to start again...

I continued humming along on the lyrics, nodding my head slightly, my hair shifting to my sides.

Once the song had ended I looked at the clock once more.

I lifted my phone off my lap where I had placed it moments earlier, seeing Hayes hadn't replied, but had read my text message.

I continued to scroll through the endless posts on instagram, focusing on certain ones, but passing others quickly.

Then I remembered I needed to take my pills.

I shifted out of the sitting position I was in,
and stood up.

After walking into the bathroom, I opened the cabinet.

I grabbed my pill case, and took two pills, throwing them into my mouth, then swallowing.

I placed the pill case back into the cabinet where it once was before and a wave of  thoughts started flooding in.

Losing him was blue like i've never known, missing him was dark grey all alone.

My heart had already ached after being without him for only a couple hours.

Without him I felt broke, but I wasn't one of those clingy girls.

I wouldn't call him every five seconds.

But calling him, hearing his voice did make everything better.

His voice had gotten deeper, he had gotten taller.

As I sat around with my thoughts at two a.m, I heard taps on my bedroom window.

I walked over to my window to see his figure standing there.

"What?" I whisper- yelled, rubbing my eyes with my hands.

"Let's go on an adventure."

a/n: THAT MOMENT WHEN YABOYHAYESG IS AT YOUR WINDOW LMAO GOALS

SHORT BUT NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG ILY BYE