My Drug

Chapter 15 (THE END)

I rushed out the attic after I heard the police leave. "Tyler oh gosh I'm so sorry!" I jumped into his arms. "What?" He asked not hugging back. "I read your diary I know you said you'd never use a girl and I forced you to use me as a sex toy I'm so sorry!" I said again. "You read that? Psh that's baby stuff." He replied. "But it's mature to me. We can be clean as a couple." I said. "Sure. That's how I wanted it. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I kept being gross." He sighed. "Oh..." I said thinking he thought sex was gross with me. "I loved sex but.... I need- we need to start off clean." He suggested and I nodded. We hugged but I heard a knock on the door. "Y/N if it's the police you should just go home your dad is probably worried sick." Tyler said hugging me tight one last time.
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I sobbed quietly as I pressed my cheek against the cold,foggy car window. "Im sorry you had to leave everyone behind but... We needed you back." My dad explained. I didn't even try to pretend to thank him. "It's for your own good." My step mom finally spoke up. I clicked on my phone and saw a million texts from Clara.
Clara💙: DYLAN IS IN TROUBLE
Clara💙 missed call (5)
Clara💙: Pick up god damnit
Clara💙 missed call (3)
Snapchat:
Clara😂❤️ is typing...
from Clara😂❤️
Instagram:
Claralovesyou said: PLEASE ANSWER OMfg
I clicked to my calls and called her back and within seconds she answered out of breath;
"Jesus fucking Christ Clara what's going o-"
"Dylan is in the hospital"
"Wha-why?"
"He didn't pay for his drugs from some drug dealer and they jumped him. He has a 35% of living Y/N hurry!"
"On my way!"
I clicked my phone off, "Dad turn this car around Dylan is in the hospital!" I shouted. "I told you to stay away from Dylan no." I couldn't believe my father. I needed to get to Dylan. "If you don't pull over and drive to the hospital I'm jumping out the car and getting a taxi." I said sternly. "Honey just-" my step mom tried to help but my dad interrupted, "no! I'm not letting my daughter see that boy."
"Dad he's going to die I wanna see him one last time!" I yelled.
"No!"
"Pull over!"
"No!"
And with that I un clicked my seat belt and dialed a taxi. "Hello can you pick me up between (street names)"
"Y/N I swear if you-"
"Yes please. Thanks." I clicked my phone off. My dad locked my door but I pulled the lock back up. "Fuck you. Thanks mom." And that was it. I jumped out the car and tumbled on the concrete street. I felt pain shock me everywhere. I kept my eyes closed and then I blacked out.
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I fluttered my eyes awake to the sight of my real mom, my dad, my step mom, and Clara. "Hey..." My mom whispered to me. I saw tears fall against her pale yellow skin. "Hello mom." I kissed her cheek and tasted salty tears. She backed away and let the other family and friends see me. "Hey Hun. I'm so sorry I should've just.. Let you see him one last time." My dad said chocked up. I was still mad but I hugged him anyways. Well he hugged me my arms were too sore. "I'm sorry I should've been better to you." My step mom said and sobbed, "I guess I was too controlling and all I wanted was a beautiful and smart baby girl of my own. I ruined it and I shouldn't have drove you away." She said, sniffing. "You're a great mom. I was too stubborn to see that." I said in a raspy voice. "I'm tired." I closed my eyes. "Wait Clara." I said as my family walked out. Clara came back and stood by me. "How's Dylan?"
"He's... Close to death Y/N I'm sorry." She sniffed and I could tell she was crying. "I have to... See him." My speech was getting slower. Is there something wrong with me? "Don't fall asleep Y/N I can't live without you." She said and got pulled away by doctors. I was sleepy but I had to take a risk. I opened my eyes as wide as I could and looked to the room to my left. The window blinds were open and there I saw... Dylan. Battered and bruised. Broken bones and cords all over. Doctors surrounded him but his face was visible. Then I saw him quickly look over at me. He was conscious?
I love you
He mouthed.
You too.
I said back.
"She's losing it!" The doctors shouted around me. "Don't let her die on me! I swear don't let her die!" I heard Tyler yell and then get pulled out the room. I closed my eyes and everything was peaceful.

I awoke again. "What happened? Why did I die?" I asked the nurse who fed me. "You didn't die but your lungs were acting funny. We just had to zap you back." She said so flatly as if she didn't work here. "Oh... And is Tyler ok?" I ask. "He's great now that he knows you aren't dead." I giggled as I remembered I had lived through all this. Jumping out a car. And I'm blessed. "I'll be back for your dishes sweetheart." The nurse said and began walking out. "Wait!" I said and she turned around. "Thanks." I said and opened my tray of chicken vegetables and mashed potatoes. She nodded and closed the door. After eating everyone came in and stood around me. "I'm so happy you're ok." They all said. "Me too." I laughed a bit. "Wait how's Dylan?" I ask Clara, my heart racing. "He... Y/N. He died during surgery to remove a bullet. He was on his way to see you when his drug dealers and his buddies jumped him and beat him and then shot him in the stomach 5 times. I'm so sorry." I let it all soak in. I wasn't crying. I don't know why but it was more of a shock. Was it my fault? It had to be. "His funeral is in 2 days." Clara said. "Ok... Can I have a minute guys?" I asked my family and friends. They all nodded and said yes and left. I couldn't believe it.... He's dead

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I sat in my black dress with a silver necklace and a leather black jacket. A funeral. I haven't been to one of those in years ever since my great grandma. And it didn't hurt me like this one. "And his close friend Y/N Y/L/N would like to say a few words." The priest said and everyone laid eyes on me. I released Tyler's hand and stood up to walk to the stand. "Uhm... Dylan was a great man and friend. Even if he is my ex he will forever be loved by me. I can never replace what he's done to my life good or bad but he made me to who I am today. He showed me life is too short to be cautious about every little thing. He showed me that-" I coughed and sniffed and wiped up my tears and continued, "he showed me that some things need a little danger. He taught me to live life to the fullest. He did illegal things and he liked danger and the rush of it. And I will say i did too. I couldn't pull away from him if I was mad or sad I just couldnt. There was something soothing about him. He was a great person to be remembered. He was my friend, my ex and

My drug."