Bonnie and Clyde (ON HOLD! Writer's Block.)

16. Leaving

He won't talk to me; he won't talk at all. I know what I did was insane but he did it too, he helped me. No, killing people was apart of our plan, I didn't want to kill anyone, but accidents happened and the thrill that shivered down my entire body was an amazing feeling. I loved that my heart was pumping so fast and that I felt excited and giddy, but that feeling was fading away so quickly and I had to fill that blank space again so I decided to kill again and again and again. It's an amazing feeling to just et your anger out by killing people that is irrelevant to you. I loved it and I'm yearning for more.

I know he's not though. He probably wants nothing to do with me. Maybe he's just tolerating me now because he needs my car and company. I sneak a peak of him from the corner of my eyes, his are on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel, and the foot he isn't using on the gas pedal is tapping against the floor. I sigh and look back out of the window. Maybe if I leave him in the middle of the night while he's sleeping, just leave the car and take some money then he would be happy. Maybe the only reason he doesn't want to leave is because he doesn't want to hurt me and then I'll probably kill him which won't happen, I don't want to kill him, never in a million years, I care about him too much. A tear escapes from my eye and I quickly wipe it away.

We drive for almost a full day before we decide to stop at a hotel. Once we do he immediately goes into the shower. As he does I take out some money and stuff it in my duffel bag. I take at least half and once I'm done he comes out of the bathroom. He lays on the bed with only his sweatpants on. He's not wearing his piercings though. Maybe it's because he knows that I like him better without it. Yeah, right. I take my clothes and go into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and wash my hair. I slip on black tights with a red t-shirt with MGK on it. Once I walk out of the bathroom I notice Dylan laying on his side, facing me and he's sound asleep. I walk over to my back and pull out a pair of socks and combat boots. I slip them on before putting on a thin sweater. I put my hair in a side braid before giving him a soft kiss on his forehead then grabbing my bag and leaving the room.

I begin to walk down the street. I have no idea where I'm going or how I'm getting there but I just walk. Maybe I should go back to the asylum and stay there with Mike and Riley. Or go back to New York and look for Jace. I wonder when Dylan will notice that I'm gone. Maybe he woke up and decided to come look for me. Or maybe he'll wake up in the morning and just continue his adventure without me. Tears begin to escape and I don't try to stop them. I want to stay with him but I know he wants nothing to do with me at all. He doesn't care anymore, I know it. A cry escapes from my mouth and I just give up. My back hits a wall and I slowly slide down as I cry into my hands. I feel my hands get more and more wet as I cry so hard. I'm all alone now, nobody to be my Clyde, nobody to rob people with, nobody to laugh with. It's just me.

I hug my knees to my chest as I lay my forehead on them. I cry even harder now. I bet there's people staring at me wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I don't care though, I can't hide it anymore. I want him, I want to be around him, I want to hear him say my name and laugh at me. I want him to hold me tight when we're asleep. I want to be happy with him and him to be happy with me. But he will be happy now that I'm gone and I will be miserable.

"What I don't understand is why would you leave if you know that the both of us won't be able to handle the pain?" I look up and see Dylan standing in front of me with the look of pain in his eyes. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me anymore." I mumble. "Why, why would you ever think that?" he asks. "Because of what happened the other night." I reply. "What the killing? Baby we both did it and enjoyed it. I never thought that I would but I did. I can't hate you for something that I liked. Even if I didn't like it I wouldn't care because all I want is for you to be happy. I love you." he says and my heart just bursts. Cliché, I know but that's how it feels. I jump up to my feet and hug him so tight that I might just kill him. "I'm so sorry for leaving, I love you too." I say into his chest. He kisses the top of my head before letting go. "Lets go back to the room." he says as he picks up my bag. The walk back was filled with silence but it wasn't like the one in the car, it was the best silence ever because now I know that he won't ever not want anything to do with me, because now I know that he loves me, because I know all he wants is for me to be happy, because I know he'll never leave my side, just like Bonnie and Clyde.