Dylan's POV
Dear Journal,
The Behavioural Hospital released me today. They gave me this journal to jot down my feelings in. Honestly, I believe this is a bunch of BS. I'm glad I'm home now, I missed my bed. The hospital smelled like chemicals and old people. At home it smells like Vanilla and dog hair, but that's what makes it home.
Right now I'm laying in bed while listening to Pandora. It's awesome having music again. Music tends to make everything better. What would people do without music? Nothing. I wish Niall was here, but he's at school. School. Ugh, I dread going back. Mom says I have to eventually. What if people still pick on me? I mean you would think they might stop after what almost happened. But then again you never know with teenagers. I wonder in my teachers will treat me different, I don't really want them to. It would just make things awkward. I wish I could crawl in a hole and sleep so everyone would leave me alone.
Anyways, this is getting awkward. I already hate this stupid Journal. Thanks Doc.
Yours Truly,
Dylan Hamilton.
Niall's POV
"Hey Niall wait up!" I heard a female call from behind me. It was a girl named Savannah, she's in my PE class.
"Hey Savannah." I greeted her as she caught up with me. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to talk, plus you looked a little lonely walking by yourself." She smiled.
"I was just on my way to get a Coffee for Dylan. She just came home today."
"Oh, how sweet. It was very brave of you to save her like you did." She beamed.
"I was just doing the right thing, I guess we just saved each other." I sighed as I zipped up my jacket, it was getting chilly outside.
"That's adorable. I bet she's very thankful for you."
"Yea I guess."
"She's very lucky to have a handsome and charming boy as a friend, especially being that she's her." She smirked.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my eye brows rose.
"Well, Dylan isn't popular and you are. It's not like she had a lot of friends before. Everyone hated her. I guess what I mean is I didn't think someone like you would hang out with someone like her." Savannah shrugged.
"Savannah, High school isn't and shouldn't be divided in cliques. It's not like a kingdom or a food chain. What you're saying is that the 'populars' are the top dogs or kings and all of the 'nerds' 'geeks' and 'unwanted' are peasants that deserve very little and must work to become higher powers. This isn't middle school anymore and people need to really stop treating other human beings like dogs."
"Niall, that's not what I mean at all."
"Really? Because that's exactly what you mean. I am not above Dylan nor are you. We are all equal." My voice rose and I turned to look her dead in the eyes. "People better stop thinking like this, or more people are going to get hurt." I added before continuing to walk towards the coffee shop, Savannah no longer following me.
"Good Afternoon Niall." Sal greeted me as I entered the coffee shop.
"Just dandy." I shortly smiled before sitting at one of the bar stools. "Can I have one of Dylan's usuals to go please."
"Of course, how is she?" Sal smiled up at me before prepping to make another drink.
"She's good. She's home now, I haven't seen her since yesterday. She seemed better."
