Anything is possible

chapter 3

A couple of days had past. Dylan had to go back to school. He didn't want to but he couldn't stay locked up in his room and he thought education was quite important. It was his first day back since the accident and he wasn't really looking forward to it. He had to see his fake friends again, who most likely would pretend they were still there for him only to sound less heartless. And most of the classes would be very boring. Also the waking up early was a little problem. He wasn't used to that anymore although he had to wake up quite early in the hospital.

"Good luck on your first day." His aunt said when she stopped the car infront of the school building. Dylan looked up from what he was doing on his phone. He shrugged and got out of the car. He slowly walked to his friends, seeing Luis hadn't arrived yet he almost ran to Ashton. Everybody stared and whispered when Dylan passed them. 

"Hi, Dylan." Ashton greeted.

"Hey." He  mumbled.

"This is Drew and Vincent, 2 friends of mine." Ash continued. Dylan forced a smile on his face.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" Vincent asked. Dylan just nodded.

"It must be weird coning back here after the accident." Drew said. Dylan and Drew had talked once before the accident. They had to work on a school project together.

Dylan sighed and nodded. "It's horrible." He said softly. Drew gave him a sad smile. 

The bell rang and they all walked to their classes. Dylan walked into his math class. William walked towards him. William was the reason Dylan has the accident. He had forced Dylan to got to a stupid party while Dylan was actually grounded. William got drunk and that was the reason Dylan had to call his mom to pick him up. And only minutes later....

"Hi Dylan, how are you?" William asked, pretending to care."Don't talk to me." Dylan snapped and walked to James. James was a good friend of Luis. So Dylan knew he could trust him.

"Hey, James." Dylan said. James smiled.

"Hi, I didn't know you would be back already." James greeted.

"I am." The teacher walked in and everybody sat down. The class passed by fast.

Dylan counted down the minutes till lunch break. He was currently in French. He had a horrible teacher and wasn't really paying attention. Only 5 more minutes. He rested his head on his hand. He was so tired. He hadn't really slept well last night, the nightmares had returned. And again he had woken up at 2 am surrounded by sweat. He didn't want to sleep cause he didn't want to relive the accident over and over again but he needed sleep. He was exhausted from all the sleepless nights, sitting next to his mothers hospital bed or just laying in his bed at home with his computer on his lap. He usually had to fight the urge to call or text Luis or Ashton. He knew that they wouldn't pick up and even if they would he would feel guilty because he had woken them up at an unholy hour.

The bell rang and Dylan quickly threw his stuff in his bag and ran out the classroom. He made his way towards the cafeteria. He sat down at one of the tables and waited patiently for his friends to come. It took about 5 minutes before Ashton and Luis showed up. Quickly followed by Drew, James and Vincent. "So, how is your first day back so far?" Luis asked Dylan after a couple of minutes.

"Fine, nothing special." He answered.

"Well at least nothing bad happened, right?" Ashton said after a couple of seconds of silence. Dylan thought about William. He hadn't done something bad. He had only asked him how he was. Dylan shook his head. "Not yet"

The afternoon went by rather quickly. The final bell rang and Dylan made his way outside. He jumped in his aunt's car. The drove home in silence. Dylan didn't want to talk. He was tired and just wanted to sit in his room and listen to 5H. His aunt noticed and just stayed quit. They got home and Dylan ran to his room. He turned on 5H music and started making his homework. He couldn't really focus. His mind flew from 5H to the accident and back. It took him a couple of hours to finish it. By the time he was done it was time for dinner. Dylan said there in silence. Until they started to ask him questions about his day. He answered all of them but was glad when he could lock himself up again. He did the same as he did every night, he put on 5H music, humming along with the songs he knew all to well. Sometimes even singing. While he was singing he was also on tumblr, reblogging every 5H picture he saw on his dashboard. And after a while he fell asleep, computer still on his lap and music still playing.