Finish Line

27

My mind was all over the place. I couldn't think straight, which meant I couldn't write straight either. See what I mean? I didn't want to go on like this but I didn't know how else to go on! Allow me to catch you up. 

After the other night, I was set on telling Dylan that I was here. I was going to be completely honest, I was going to stop hiding from nothing. In the past few days, I have been given the opportunity to come clean and tell Dylan the truth. For example, yesterday morning when I was getting ready to go to work. 

I was all dressed up because I had an interview with a source. There was a breakthrough in a major murder case that had developed recently and I was able to land an interview with one of the firsthand witnesses. She chose to remain anonymous but it was still an incredibly great opportunity. As I was walking to the elevator, reviewing my notes, I heard Duce call my name. Or my nickname. 

"Yo, Danny! Hold the elevator door," I didn't think twice about it. I didn't think that Dylan could be right behind him. 

As I went to stick my arm in front of the door, I heard Dylan's voice chime in, "Duce can you be patient for two seconds, I gotta grab my keys!" 

My heart sank and I panicked. So I rapidly pressed the down button and ran to my car as soon as the doors opened. I tripped while I was running and tossed my notes into a puddle of murky substance on the garage floor. I tossed my head back in frustration but just gave up. I got in the car and drove off. It was awful. 

Luckily I managed to somehow get through the interview because I had reviewed the notes so many times. However I did miss a few key points I wanted to discuss. The point is that I screwed up an interview because I was worried about Dylan. 

I can't go on like this. I have to make a change somehow. I just don't want to face him. It feels like we're standing off at this point, and one of us has to surrender. I'm walking a thin line here but I'd do whatever it takes to make things sane. This has to end. 

It seemed like it was on cue, there was a knock at the door. I wondered who it could be considering I hadn't heard from Maya since this morning when she mentioned she was attending some seminar downtown all day. It was currently 6:30, she said she wouldn't get home until at least ten tonight. So I glanced through, just to get a look at who was out there. 

Of course it was Dylan. It's just perfect timing, considering I'm wearing a pair of white nike socks and an oversized sweatshirt. I pulled the hood over my head and called to him from inside. 

"Who's there," My British accent was nowhere near as good as my writing skills but it'll have to do for now. 

"Hey, umm it's Dylan from the other night at the elevator," He calls back, clearly a little bit uncomfortable. 

"Oh umm, yeah what's up?" I press my back against the door, every word feels forced and shaky. I just pray that Dylan doesn't here it. 

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions, are you ok?" He asks from the other side of the door. 

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just wasn't really expecting any visitors tonight," I cover for myself. I am doing my damnedest to get him to leave already. 

"Well I was just wondering if you know Maya Solares. She lives next door to you. She friends with another girl in the building, goes by the name Danny," He starts explaining. I begin to shake my head at this. He can't know, can he? 

"Umm yeah I met Maya about a week ago, why do you ask?" I try to keep it short and sweet but lord knows I can't do that. I have a way with words, a way that forces me to use as many of them as possible.