Broken

Is this it?

So I walk in and see my divorced parents...hand to hand as my father was lying in the hospital bed with a worried look on his face. They told me they've been secretly seeing each other...I froze still, forgetting how to speak or move. The silence was broken by a nurse as I was brought back to reality. I ran out the hospital without saying a word and sat on the sidewalk crying. After around 10 minutes I decided to go home, since school was over by now. I walked in the house as Dylan tried giving me a hug but I pushed him away and went to the bathroom. I turned on the water as I waited for the tub to fill. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and honestly I wasn't impressed. I mean I wasn't overweight or anything, I just didn't think I was pretty. I heard a knock at the door. I ignored it and kept staring in the mirror, not noticing I was crying. I turned off the water, took off my clothes, and stepped a single foot into the water. I noticed it was really hot but got in anyways. I'm laying there with my thoughts turning into tears. I just sat in the tub of hot water staring at the walls. I slowly began to wash off and then I got out. I already brought my clothes into the bathroom. I slowly slid on my clothes. Which was one of Dylan's big shirts, underwear, and some shorts.Then I brushed my long , now red hair that I recently dyed. I walked out the bathroom and saw Dylan beside the door sitting with his headphones in. He noticed me and got up. He hugged me before I could even give a reaction. "Babe, I don't care what you say, I'm here for you. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I know you're going through a lot, but even if you are, I'll go through it with you! Just letting you know. I'm here babygirl. And I always will be" he said softly still holding me in his arms. I stood there speechless not knowing what to say. "I...I love you too" I finally choked out. He walked with me to the room and layed with me, fiddling with my hair. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist as I scooted in closer with him. Close enough that I could feel his heat on my body. I placed my head on his chest as he planted a small kiss on my forehead. "I love you, babygirl!" He softly whispered just enough for me to hear. "I...love..you too." I said between sniffles. Usually kids would be happy about their parents getting back together, but not if your dad is abusive and nobody knows about it. Dylan gently rubbed my back, then I drifted off to sleep.
*beginning of dream*
I woke up with the worst headache. I sat up as the whole room was spinning. I looked down at my hands and saw blood then I looked over and saw a Dylan's spot in the bed replaced with a knife. I stood up and looked around again, before I fell.
*end of dream*
I really woke up this time to sound of my alarm clock going off. My chest was hurting and I could barely catch my breath. I opened the drawer and placed my inhaler to my mouth. I pushed the button twice and slowly began to breath better. It was Saturday which meant no school. I looked beside me and didn't see Dylan. I walked downstairs and saw my mom and dad talking. I interrupted the conversation by clearing my throat.
Mom:Hi honey
Dad:hey sweetie
I walked pass them as I he grabbed an apple.
Mom:honey, you can't stay mad forever...
Me:you're right, because I'm not mad. I'm hurt because of the fact that you would to him....
Then...