Colliding With the Sky

Note~ Firstly, I've never written any type of story before, xp, so if this isn't good, don't kill me. {I was asked to write a fanfic and I decided, eh why not) Also, there's going to be different POV's throughout the story. Please leave any type of feedback, so I know how I could make it better. Thanks ~

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Skyler's POV

Hi my name is Skyler. I'm 21 and living in the pretty city of San Diego, California. And well right now I'm kinda in the middle of-

"UM HELLO" Dylan screamed.

Dylan's my boyfriend. We've been together for a year now. Things haven't been going well lately. All we've been doing is fighting. Today's fight started with:

"What's wrong Dylan?"

"I don't know, you tell me. You haven't called or texted me in the past week. What's wrong with you?"

"Listen, I was just tired. I'm sorry."

"I'm not an idiot. What the fuck have you been doing the past week that's so important, up to the point where you can't even text me 'hi'?"

And then I thought about it for a bit. By that, I mean 5 minutes straight. And now:

"UM HELLO" He screamed.

God, he's loud. I'm sitting right next to you, idiot.

"Sorry."

"That's all you keep on saying. Tell me what's wrong."

I don't want to tell you what's wrong.

"... Nothing."

Well that was a big mistake. As he stood up from the couch quickly,

"Nothing? What the hell is wrong with you?! You're lying right to my face!"

"Dylan, I-"

"No shut up. I gave you a chance to tell me before. Now you're just being a bitch. I don't know what your problem is but-"

He stopped screaming suddenly, and became....

Silent?

He stared at the wall behind me, as if it would give him answers.

A moment later, I heard a growl in his voice. He talked lowly, his eyes emotionless.

"Is it him?"

"W-what?" I stuttered. I'm scared of the way he's talking right now.

"That... Guy. The one you're 'best friends' with. What's his name again?"

Shit. I know where this is going. I can't just not respond to him. Go on Skyler.

"... Oh. You mean Vic?"

"Yeah, him." He almost sounded disgusted

"Have you been talking to him?"

Sigh. This is going to turn horrible in five seconds.

"Of course. We're friends. Why wouldn't I?" I said, trying to stay calm.

"Of course." he mumbled under his breath. His eyes looked full of hate as he stared at me.

"Is something wrong with that?"

Dammit, I shouldn't have said that either.

"Yes, there is something wrong with that, Sky." He started screaming at me again.

Then he looked at the ground, at his shoes.

"I'm done", he whispered, hate still in his voice.

"What?"

"I said I'm done. Fucking done. Done with this. Us.", he screamed, pointing his finger back and forth at the space between the both of us.

"I'm done with you. You can't tell me anything anymore. You're keeping way too many secrets from me. And also, you're a fucking psycho."

That last sentence made me flinch. I knew what he was talking about.

A while back, I told him about my problem with depression and cutting. He told me that wouldn't ruin our relationship. So he lied. He thinks I'm crazy too. Wow.

Seeing that I hadn't responded to him, he screamed once again.

"And you're not even going to say something back. You're such a waste of time."

He started grabbing whatever he brought over today. Then he snapped back.

"HAVE FUN FUCKING VIC YOU WHORE. I BET THAT'S WHAT YOU WEREN'T TELLING ME."

I looked down, avoiding eye contact. That wasn't even close to the truth.

Vic was-

Dylan pulled me up roughly, by the collar of my shirt.

"Go kill yourself. You don't deserve me. I'm way too good for you anyway.", he whispered.

Then I felt something collide with my jaw.

Did he just punch me?

Well whatever just happened, caused me to fall back, onto the floor. Ouch.

"Got anything to say about that now?"

"No." I whispered.

Just leave already.

"Whatever, bye."

He quickly opened the door and slammed it shut behind him.

...What just happened?