This white room, it's the only colour available. I have this white dress on.
Is this heaven?
There a white door in the middle of the room. I'm curious to see what the door has in store.
I hesitate before turning the knob.
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I jolt up, coughing up a storm.
"Easy. Breath." Dylan's voice becomes clear.
His hands pat my back.
I get my breathing in check.
"What happened?" I ask. I look around and see my room.
So I wasn't really dead? Bummer.
"I was sure I was dead. Damnit." I realize I said that out loud. Whoops.
"Your mom knocked you out, she went somewhere. I didn't know whether to call the cops or not, all these drugs in this house would definitely ensure your mom atleast 15 years in prison." Dylan says.
"My neck hurts." I lightly trace over the sore parts.
Part of me wanted to die, that was the sad part.
I look outside my window, it's morning.
"I was out all night?" I ask Dylan.
"Yeah, I saw that you weren't at school so I came here and I found you passed out in the living room. You can't stay here, Maddie." Dylan tries to put in his two sense.
"It's a good thing that I do not care about what you think Dylan. This is my house, I literally pay for it. I have hope in my mom, she'll find a job somewhere and will help me. I know she will." I purse my lips.
Even I didn't believe it, she's way too far gone.
"You don't have to worry for the hand, I paid for it when I dragged you into the hospital." He gets up from my bed.
"You didn't have to do that. Thank you though." I look down.
"No problem." He replies.
"You think my mom might come back?" My voice croaks.
His face grows weary.
"I'm pretty sure she will, don't worry." He looks at me.
I cover my face with my hands, ready to bawl my eyes out.
I feel the bed dip down, Dylan sat next to me.
"It's okay." He rubs my back.
"Will it get better, that's the real question." I mutter.
My bottom lip quivering. I need to get a grip and stop crying. I will cry over anything, spilt milk too.
The front door is open, I heard the wood creak after it opened.
I guess my mom is back.
"It's my mom." I lift my head up.
I was going to get up to. Dylan extends his hand, stopping me. He gets up and checks.
He turns back around to me and nods.
I'm scared, maybe Dylan will stop her.
It's weird, I can almost say that Dylan is my friend. Friends care for one another, right?
