Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

10 | Love, Holland

My eyes flickered open at the sound of a car honking. I growled at the cruel way that driver had woken me up and sighed. I rubbed my eyes, yawned and than looked around me. Couch. Black leather couch. Not my couch. It took me a second to realise that I had spent the night at Dylan's. 

"Oh for fuck sake." I growled to myself. I sat up straight and stretched. My back ached and my neck felt very stiff. Once I was completely aware of my surroundings I scanned the room. Dylan was nowhere to be seen and it was awfully quiet in the apartment. He must have gone out to do God knows what. I pushed my body of the couch and forced myself to walk to the bathroom. I had slept terribly. Aside form my painful back, my head was pounding. I hadn't been drinking that much, right? Not if I remembered correctly. I needed to freshen myself up a bit. So I turned on the tap and washed my face. I brushed my hair and then pulled the medicine cabinet open to search for pills against my headache. It took me awhile to find a painkiller between all the drugs that were pressed together in the small cabinet. I dropped a couple of the little bottles onto the ground by accident, causing the pills to spill out. I cursed and bent over to pick the small white balls from the ground. They all looked awfully similar so I tried my best to match the different pills to their bottles. Eventually I succeeded in my search for a painkiller. There was only one left in the package and without hesitating I placed it on my tongue and swallowed it with a large sip of water. I took a glance at myself in the mirror. I didn't look my best but honestly, I'd looked worse. I closed the bathroom door behind me and walked back into the living/dining room. The mess we'd made the evening before had disappeared and everything looked perfectly clean. How could he have done all of this without me waking up? I felt like a train had driven over me but still I had slept like a rose? It was just too strange for words. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, wondering what to do next. Should I wait for him to come back? But that could take a while. I decided that it would be better if I just went home, I'd leave him a note. I looked around, seeing if there was anything to write with laying around. It was not my lucky day. So against my better judgment I started pulling drawers open, searching for pen and paper. I was snooping around in one of the drawers when my eyes landed on a piece of white paper. In very neat handwriting two small words were written on it. Love, Holland. The piece of paper immediately caught my attention and before I knew it, it was in my hands. I turned it around and to my surprise it was a picture of Dylan and a girl. It was the same redhead as in his profile picture. I recognised her sweet smile and sparkling eyes but most of all I recognised the happiness on his face when he was with her. Holland? Who was this Holland? I was so busy with the picture, lost in my own thoughts, that I didn't hear the door open. 

"What do you have there?" Dylan's voice echoed through the room and startled I looked up. He was staring at me, anger all over his face. 

"Dylan-" I breathed out. "I'm sorry, I-" He walked over to me, dropped the bag he was holding and then grabbed my wrist in one hand. He took the photo from me with his other hand. When he saw what I was holding, he lost it. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He shouted. His grip on my wrist tightened.He pushed me backward until my back hit the wall hard. It hurt when my spine crashed with the concrete and I moaned in pain.  

"Dylan you are hurting me." I brought out in a whimper. He apparently didn't seem to care. Instead he banged his fist against the wall so hard I shrieked out in fear. 

"Didn't your parents learn you not to snoop around? Hu?" He screamed. He was scaring me.

"Dylan please... Remember our deal. You wouldn't hurt me." He looked at me in a creepy way. His nose curled op, his upper lip started trembling and his eyebrows were furrowed. 

"That was yesterday." He growled, his voice low and husky. "Now get the fuck out of my house before I break every bone in your body." He loosened his grip on me so that I could go but I didn't want things to end like this. So instead of leaving like he'd ordered, I spoke up. 

"Look Dylan, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to--" But he didn't let me finish. No, instead his hand lashed out and he grabbed my face with his thumb and index finger. He came closer to me. So close I could feel his breath against my lips and that I could almost feel his nose brush against mine. For a second he stared at me, sort of to let me adjust to this sudden change in position, but than he spoke. 

"Listen Jessica." He spat my name like it was a bad taste in his mouth. "I don't like people interfering with my business. You did and right now I have to resist the urge to cause you real and terrible pain with every bone in my body. So if you wanna keep talking with that big mouth of yours I'm not responsible for my actions anymore. Do you understand?" I could only nod. "Now I'm gonna count to three and if you are not out of my sight by that time, I swear to God you'll not leave this place unharmed." I swallowed away the lump in my throat and he released me from his grip. "One..." He started. I quickly stepped away from him and headed outside. "Two." I grabbed my coat from the hanger. By the time he'd counted to three I had closed the door behind me. I stood frozen in the long hallway. My back against the green door. My whole body was trembling and tears were welling up. It was only when I heard the crushing sound of something being shattered that I broke down. I heard Dylan's terrible roar echoing through the building, followed by more smashing and breaking. I couldn't help but cry my eyes out. I sat on the ground against the door. Tears stained my cheeks as I let my feelings overwhelm me. On the other side of the door was a war going on. A war between a boy and the demons inside his mind. 

[Yeah I know.. I'm the worst at updating. Sorry folks]