i'll try to save you//dan smith

XI

dan's pov

it's been about a month since i last spoke to joy. sure we pass by each other on our way out of the building, but we never talk. 

joy has grown these immense dark circles under her eyes, she used to be so beautiful. but now my joy is wasting away. i hear her crying at night but i can never understand what she's saying

i do the same thing every day:

school, smoke, drink, (attempt to) make music, throw up

but christmas break just started, so i haven't been doing school (obviously)

no one talks to me, kyle is far too busy falling "head-over heels" for max. and ralph works all the time

around week 2 of not talking with joy, i began to forgive her. what happened really wasn't her fault, i blame the alcohol

joy's pov

cut

smoke

'binge' 

hook-up

repeat

i try to binge but it's hard to make myself sick, i do that enough by just looking at my reflection

lately i've been sleeping around, letting other people take control makes me forget my worries and thoughts about dan

i watched some more of twin peaks, it makes me think he's with me. but i know that he doesn't want to see me. whatever i did at that party must have been bad

dan's pov

and i hear you calling in the dead of night 

oh i hear you calling in the dead of night

just as i finish up writing a lyric that had been in my head for days, i'm startled by my phone going off

haven't heard that in a while

i pick up the phone to see kyle's contact on my screen

dan: hello?

kyle: dan, i have to tell you something

he sounds worried

dan: yeah, what?

kyle: can you meet us somewhere?

dan: us?

kyle: i'm with max

dan: i'd rather not go out

kyle: i can't tell you this over the phone

i groan

dan: okay fine, when and where?

kyle: i'll be at yours in 10 minutes?

dan: 10 MINUTES?!

kyle: this is urgent mate

dan: ugh i'll be ready

i hang up the phone and toss it on the couch next to me

10 minutes, what can i do in 10 minutes?

i rush into the shower then quickly put on some clothes

i hear a knock on my door, i open it to see max

max: hey dan, kyle wanted to keep the car running so he sent me to get you

dan: cool

i shut my door and walk downstairs

max: it's nice to finally meet you, kyle says that you're a nice guy

dan: kyle likes to stretch the truth

max: really? he's been pretty honest with me

dan: huh? maybe he's changed, he was once known for sleeping around (an- that's not true, don't come for me)

max: what a slut

i probably shouldn't be talking like that around his boyfried, but kyle made me go out

i get in kyle's car, it's black leather seats are freezing my arse off

dan: kyle, what do you need to tell me?

he looks out the window

kyle: not here

he begins driving 

dan: kyle i'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now

kyle: calm down, how are you? like how are you doing after that fight?

dan: i'm fine

kyle: wow, you pulled the "i'm fine" card. ya know dan, i think that i'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now. right now, i'm doing you a favour

i roll my eyes

dan: favour what favour? you dragging me out of my home just to drive me somewhere? i could be doing other things right now, you're wasting my time

kyle slams on the breaks and parks on the street. he turns around to glare at me

kyle: max, could you please leave? i don't want you to see me like this

max groans then steps out of the car

kyle: let me tell you something danny you ready?

i don't answer, i'm far too pissed to speak

kyle: your little friend... joy it is, right?

JOY

my muscles tense and my grip on the car seat tightens

kyle: she was raped by her boyfriend, dylan i think it was, and his friends. then he cheated on her with her best friend. 

what the fuck

kyle: she then started cutting herself and she went to rehab and finished highschool while she was in there. that's why she came to england, to escape every fuckin' thing that went down in the states

my mouth had fallen open, i brought my hand to cover it

kyle: i've seen the snow that covers your car completely. you don't go outside at all, and you wanna know another thing? joy has been walking out of the building all spiffed up looking like a fucking prostitute. and getting picked up by different cars every week. you two both are fucked up and i can't stand watching this happen anymore. you need to talk to each other, you obviously care for her

i'm in shock

an- sorry this was a bit short!