Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Dylan

I was standing near the cashier paying for our drinks in the hope that the time I was finished paying for everything that she would of at least left to get in her car.

I cannot believe that I just called it quits with Azalea, my Azalea who I will always love forever and ever. My Azalea that drives me crazy by causing my heart to chase after my brain.

A good 75 percent of my whole body thought it was stupid, that it was a very dull mistake that I had just made. That I should just be lucky what I get with her, because a Dylan three months ago or so would be so very thankful for whatever Azalea was willing to give me. But then that other part of me knows that I made the right decision here, that it was time to let her go. That maybe we were never really meant for one another, no we weren't toxic but some things aren't meant to be, even if they are lovely.

I sighed, and decided maybe I should go home. Ask my mom if I was too old to cry on her shoulder. And even if she said yes, that I would still lay my head on her shoulder and leave a few tear stains on her nice sweater before she left to go back home.

I neared the exit and I watched Azalea's car drive as I opened the glass door.

I saw the semi near her, but he was in the other lane, in his lane.
Then I noticed her elegant head near the driving wheel.
Then I saw her car swerve over where the semi was.
Then I saw the two motor vehicles crash into one other and I ran.

I ran to her.

Even though every piece of me was nearly broken because I had her lost her emotionally.

But by no means was I ready for her to leave me physically.

Now that pain deep in my chest, that pain nearly tore me in two.

I clumsy reached for my phone in my pocket.

I dialed for 911 immediately and they told me help was on the way.

By the time I finally reached her I heard the sirens, the sign that help was on the way.

I looked through the window at her.

Her head lay against the steering wheel.
Blood seemed to cover a small portion of her face.

I gasped in a breath, nearly in tears.

I tried to open the drivers door, maybe try to get her out. But the door was jammed and I began crying and hitting hand against the top of the car.

The next few seconds a paramedic was rushing me out of the way.
I was sitting on the curb crying. I was literally crying, oh my.
A different paramedic came over to me, I quickly rubbed the tears away from my face and stood to talk with the paramedic that had addressed me.

"Sir?" he said.

"Yes, sorry. I am Dylan. Please tell me that she will be okay?" I asked him.

"I am really not at liberty of saying, the people across the street say that you witnessed the entire thing, can you please tell me whatever you remember?" he asked me.

"Yes, of coarse. We were at that cafe across the street. We had a disagreement. I went to pay for the drinks and I believe she got in her car to go home. By the time I was finished I saw her driving and then I noticed her nod off and then she collided with the semi driver. I called you guys and then I went to her, to open the door to maybe help somehow but the door was jammed and her head was bloody." I told him.

"Thank you very much Dylan." he said while writing everything down.

"Is the other driver okay, I did not even think to look." I asked.