Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

6 | Ghostly apparition

"So let me get this straight." Sofia said, taking a big sip from her pink cocktail. "You met him at a bus station and he came over as confused?" I nodded. "Then you found out he's one of Alex' patients." Again I nodded. "Who wants to get better because he met someone and then he asked you out?"

"That's about right." Sofia squeezed her eyes, took another sip and tried to progress the whole thing. She made a 'hmm' noise and pursed her lips. 

"Seems to me that he's really putting effort in getting you to like him." I looked up at her. That was the first positive thing I heard about the whole situation. I'd never looked at it that way. I never thought of it as him trying to be nice. He did it in a strange and fucked up way but maybe - as Sofia was saying - he was indeed trying. 

"But he's so mean. He's possessive and commanding. He didn't ask me out, he obliged me." 

"Well obviously, if he's seeing Alex he's not quite alright in his head. Maybe he has a hard time showing affection. Maybe he only knows one way to show emotion and that's through anger. He probably doesn't want to display his feelings to you so he's keeping up his guard." I nodded my head. That sort of made sense. "So who's this lad actually?" I had kept his name to myself. Simply because rumours were going around and I didn't want Sofia to base her opinion on that. But now that she'd said all those things I was sure it wouldn't matter who he was. 

"Dylan." I carefully said but the name didn't seem to ring a bell with her. She casually kept on drinking from the pink liquid until her glass was almost empty. "Dylan O'Brien." I then said and her head jerked up. 

"Excuse me?" She stared at me. Her brown eyes wide and big. "I think I heard you wrong. Surely you would not get involved with Dylan O'Brien?" I kept quite. "Jess you can't be serious!" She squealed. 

"Just two seconds ago you said--" I tried but she cut me off. 

"I know what I said but if I'd known from the start you were talking about Dylan O'Fucking Brien I would've kept my big mouth shut. That guy is a freak! How it comes that he's not in a mental institution or jail yet is beyond me. He's done all these horrible things and --" I cut her off. 

"Those things are just rumours. Probably half of it isn't even true." Sofia sighed and placed her hand over mine. 

"Sweetheart. Even if only one of them was true... Isn't that bad enough?" I sighed and put my head in my hands. I didn't know what to do. Sofia was right. Dylan was not good. Not for me, not for anyone. And I knew I shouldn't get involved with him but it was hard to let it go. 

"I know I'm being crazy." I said. "But momma always thought me not to judge a book by it's cover." 

"Yeah but you wouldn't pick one with bad reviews right?" I nodded. "Get him out of your head darling and if he comes back for you just make clear that you don't want anything to do with him. If he still doesn't listen then, call the cops." Again I nodded. Sofia might only be two years older than me but she was so much more wiser. She lifted her hand and waved one of the waiters over. "Can you get me another one of these?" She asked and the guy nodded his head. "Oh and something strong here for my friend, she needs it." So the night went on. We talked and we drank until I didn't even remember his name. He had become nothing more than a pretty picture in my head. Nice to look at but dangerous to touch. Dylan was like a rose. Ever so pretty to look at but try to pick it and it will sting you. 
The night seemed to go on forever. Sofia and I didn't stop drinking until the bartender literally had to kick us out. Not because we were misbehaving but because he was worried we might not get home on our own. So the kind man called a cab for us and we dragged our drunk asses out of there. I knew it was cold outside but I couldn't feel it anymore. The wind didn't cut my face as usual and although my feet were wet from the snow they didn't feel like ice. I liked alcohol. Not only did it make me feel numb inside but it also made me forgot about what's-his-name. A yellow cab stopped right in front of us. A chubby man with a moustache immediately got out to help us in. He was friendly even though he had to deal with two twenty-something drunk girls. 

"Where to ladies?" The man asked with a foreign accent, Italian I think. Sofia slurred the addresses and I leaned my head against the cold window, staring into the darkness. The streetlights were dimly lit, barely enough to lighten up the road. We passed an old lady walking her dog, which was strange seeing it was way past midnight. I carefully studied the insides of the cab and when I got bored of that I stared out of the window again. We passed the street I frequently walked home and something about it made an alarm bell go crazy inside my mind. This street. What was it with this street that made me shiver? I racked my brains out but it didn't matter how hard I tried I could not come up with a logical explanation to why I had gotten goosebumps all over my arms. That was until we passed a certain spot on the street. A bus stop. And as we passed by I swear to God I could see the shadow of a boy. It was quick and just as fast as it had come it was gone again. But then I remembered. I remembered his face and the name I had tried to forget. It came to me like a slap in the face. Dylan. I shook the thought off of me. He was no good. I didn't want him to occupy my every thought. So again I decided to do what I had done months ago. I pushed the image of him away from my thoughts. I needed to close the gate to that garden. Because he might be a rose but he was not a normal one. When all the flowers in the garden were a vibrant red, he stood there in the middle showing off his darkest black. 

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