Daisy

Chapter 34: Pizza

Daisy's P.O.V

I sat on the floor as I painted along the bottom of the wall. After a few minutes, I noticed I was crying, but I didn't really know why. I know I'm stressed, and I have a tendency to over think things, but I just can't help it. I put the brush down and fell back onto the floor. I covered my eyes and wiped away the tears as I stopped crying.

I just can't make up my mind. I know we only just met, but I love Joey. He makes me feel safe and he seems to make all the bad disappear. But when the bad disappears, it has to go somewhere. The place that it goes, is the place that I think of when I'm alone.

I think of the evil that is kept there, and how I know that it is just dying to be unleashed. Kicking and screaming for a way out, fighting and prying at the openings and crevices of where it is kept. How it counts every waking minute of my happiness and plans on how to try and destroy me next.

The evil that I think of, is more than just Derek himself. It's my entire past. It doesn't seem like I could still think about things such as my father and mother, but I can't help but do just that. My father may be dead, but his spirit lives on, only to haunt me in my dreams. He has the power to make me fear anything and everything. He has the power to control me from his secret place in my head. And my mother, I know she's still out there, and I know she hated Lily and I, but I can't help but wonder. Wonder what my life would be like with her in it. Wonder where she is, and if she is well and how her family is doing. That's the bad part about me. As much as I try to dislike someone, I just can't seem to do it.

I hate Derek, and I fear him, but there was once a good man, covering the beast that truly is him. And I can't help but wonder what happened to the sweet and innocent man who cared so deeply for me. I wonder what happened to that other man, and where he went.

All of that evil, is hiding in the shadows. Playing tricks on my mind and making me question things that shouldn't be questioned. That evil consumes my thoughts and dreams and turns them into horror shows an nightmares.

The only pro that I will ever have from that, is knowing that eventually, I will wake up from the dreams. But with every pro, there's a con. The con in this situation, is that Im never going to fully wake up. Because this nightmare, has become my life. An I can't wake up from it.

"Hey. I ordered a pizza" Joey announced as he walked into the room and sat on the floor next to me. "Okay" I simply stated, my hands still covering my eyes. "Why are you laying on the floor?"

"I'm just thinking." I replied as I removed my hands from my eyes and sat up. Joey stood up and moved behind me. I turned my head to see what he was doing, and he placed his warm, strong hands on my shoulders and started to massage them. "Your tense. What are you stressing about?" He asked as he continued to rub my shoulders, relieving me from the pain that has been there for so long. "It's nothing" I lied as I moved from his touch. I stood up and took his hand.

"Sorry. I thought you would like it" he said as he pulled his hand away a little. I griped it tighter so he couldn't pull away. "I did. Thank you. But you don't need to do that for me" I said as I kissed his hand. He looked up and his eyes met with mine.

"I know I don't need to. I want to. I want to help you. I told you I would be here for you, but I can't if you won't let me" he frowned. "It's hard for me. I want to let you in, but it's still dangerous."

"You shouldn't have to keep your feelings bottled up. You need to talk to somebody and just get it all off your chest." He said as he sat down on the bed. "Well that's the good thing about me. I don't need to burden anyone with my problems. I can handle them on my own" I sat down next to him. We weren't fighting, but having a simple conversation. "Your not a burden to me. I don't want you to have to do this on your own" he spoke softly. "I know you don't want me too, but I need to." I got up and went to finish painting. I heard a knock at the door, and Joey went to answer it. I figured it was the pizza.

Joeys P.O.V

I opened the door, to see a man, about my age, with dark black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed casually, but he had the pizza in his hands. "Are you Joey Graceffa?" He asked with a smug grin. "That's me" I said as I got out my wallet.

"I'm Dustin. That'll be $10.50" the man said as he handed me the pizza. I handed him the money and he took it, and gave me a strange look. "You have a nice night now Joey" he smiled and stood there. "Uh, yeah. You to Dustin" I said as I closed the door and went into the kitchen. That was strange.

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