Broken Together

Chapter 2

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Malia!" shouted my best friend, Nora who happens to be on the other side of the hall with my other best friend Daniel.

Nora was a gorgeous girl with blonde hair and green eyes. Daniel was also handsome with brown hair and greyish eyes.

Boys were always asking Nora out not that I minded but I haven't even gone on my first date. Daniel was just a ball of happiness and sarcasm but he was gay and only Nora and I knew that he was gay. We support him a hundred and one percent but he gets insecure about it.

I was sort of the duff of the group you could say but I never minded because they were my best friends.

"Hey guys." I said smiling at them.

"Where is your really hot brother?" Nora asked practically pouncing on me.

"No how are you Malia? I haven't seen you since our holidays started." I asked.

"I talked with you almost every week. I already know how you are. Now tell me where you brother is so I can swoon at his hotness." said Nora looking at me expectantly.

"Where is your sexy brother?" asked Daniel.

Don't I feel the love from my friends.

"He is with his dumb jock friends." I muttered.

My brother was a senior while my friends and I were juniors. I had my first period with Daniel. The rest of the day flew by and I honestly don't know why teachers think that it's okay to bombard us with assignments on the first day of school.

I walking with my headphones in my ears and was listening to Panic At The Disco. I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into a wall. I heard a voice say " what the fuck?"

Wait walls can't talk right? Maybe I'm going crazy.

I lifted my head and saw Dylan Black glaring at me. He is our town and school's bad boy. He was extremely tall with black hair and blue eyes. Dylan is really hot and I won't deny it.

"S..s..sorry." I stuttered looking at him.

"Whatever." muttered Dylan and continued walking.

I was so confused and just stared at Dylan's back as he walked away.

Dylan has been in many fights but there are rumours that he is a gangleader and a streetfighter. I honestly never believe in rumours because most of the time they are just made up.

After going home I totally forgot about the whole incident. The week passed by in a blur of classes and assignments.

Finally it was the weekend. Marcus was staying over at his friends so I was all alone. Whenever I am alone it isn't a good thing.

I was flipping through the tv channels at night when all those depressing thoughts entered my mind.

Your a useless piece of shit!

Your just a waste of space!

Your just a burden to everyone around you!

No one will ever love you!

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran to my bathroom and pulled out my blade from the cabinet where I hid it. The blood rushed out of my skin and I sighed in relief. The thoughts began to subside and I became feeling numb.

I cleaned up my cuts and put on a long sleeved shirt and shorts.

I needed fresh air because I felt like I might suffocate in the house.

It's okay to go out at 11pm at night right?

I grabbed my keys and phone and walked out onto the street. It was silent except for the occasional cars passing by the street. I started walking in a random direction but I didn't care.

After walking for about 10 minutes I reached a park which seemed to be empty. I took a sit in one of the wooden benches. My wrist had started hurting so I pulled up sleeves and adjusted my bandaids.

I heard a sound from behind a tree. I jumped up in fright. It sounded like someone was groaning.

I was wondering if I should walk towards the sound or just leave but my curiosity got the better of me. I slowly walked towards the tree.

I saw a man but I couldn't make out his face in the dark.

"Hello?" I asked towards the mysterious man.

The man looked up and I stood there with my mouth hanging open as I realised it was Dylan Black.

THE DYLAN BLACK!! my mind screamed at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dylan asked while grimacing.

"I...I was walking around." I stuttered.

Why I am stuttering? I don't even have problem with speaking.

That's when I saw the red liquid on his shirt. He was bleeding. Wait...oh my god he was BLEEDING!!!

"YOUR BLEEDING!" I nearly screamed at him.

"Just leave me alone." muttered Dylan looking away.

"BUT YOUR BLEEDING!" I said again.

"Yes I'm fucking bleeding! Get it through your thick skull!" said Dylan looking at me.

"You need to get to the hospital!" I said panicked.

"No hospitals." Dylan said immediately.

"I'm pretty sure we need to do something before you die." I said looking at him.

"I'm not going to die." muttered Dylan.

"You will if you keep bleeding. My house is nearby and let's at least get you cleaned up." I said.

What are you thinking? You can't just let Dylan Black into your house reasoned my mind.

Shut up! He is bleeding and we can't just leave him to die stupid brain!

Whatever my mind said to me.

Why the fuck am I talking to my brain? I should be in a mental hospital or something.

"Fine...I'll come with you." Dylan muttered looking like he was about to pass out.

Oh my god! I really hope this a dream and I wake the fuck up.

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I wonder what's going to happen at Malia's house.
This is my first story and I already think it sucks.
Vote and comment if you like it. Hope you enjoyed the cookies. I'll give something else in the next chapter.

xoxo,
unusually_weird