HOLLER. 》 Dan x Reader || Danisnotonfire

Chapter 23|| "I made these for us"

-DAN-

What are you doing, Dan? She hurt you.

Why give her a second chance?

I usually don't believe in second chances. If you mess up once it means you're obviously going to do it again.

But I feel like maybe if I give Y/N this chance, she wont mess it up again. I saw how she hurt herself over it. She obviously was upset about it. So I decided to give her this chance.

If she messes this up, she'll never see my face again. I've excluded so many people from my life recently. I have so many trust issues.

I have so many questions about life and why people do the things they do.

Take my shitty father for example. Why did he decide to just start abusing my mother and messing around with my brother? Why did he decide to cheat on my mother? I still don't know till this day. There's just some really fucked up people in this world.

Im one of them, but I'm messed up in a different way. I've been physically abused, I've harmed myself, I've been questioning things over and over my whole life. I would never go out of my way to hurt anyone unless they truly deserved it like my father.

I sigh heavily, and walk to a nearby table that's sat outside in a small fenced area by a fast food place. I plop down and sip my coffee. Pulling out my phone, I start to scroll through Instagram when I hear some girls giggling.

I look up, and there are two blondes standing not too far from my table. They both are wearing studded shorts that are way too short for them. Ones wearing a spaghetti strap tank top along with a push up bra that is probably set to the tightest clip on the back to hold up her A cups. The other is wearing a T-shirt with some band name on it.
I bet she doesn't even listen to that band.

Rolling my eyes, I continue to scroll.

"Look at that guy." I hear one of them whisper to the other.

"He looks scary," the other starts. "He looks like he would be responsible for murder." I hear them both snicker.

When I heard her say the word, "murder" my full attention was on their whole conversation now.

"Or a drug dealer." the other laughs.

I hear them mumble a few more things about how I look like a pedophile and how I look like I could be responsible for killing someone and hiding the body.

Their comments begin to piss me off and I start to clench my fists and grind my teeth.

I've always had trouble holding in my anger. When I was younger I'd get teased a lot in school. I once got so mad I actually stabbed a kid with scissors. Not sharp scissors of course. The dull kid ones they give you. But it still was pretty bad.

My mum was called and she had to come pick me up before I tried anything else.

I start to breathe heavily, and I try to tune them out, but I cant. I begin to shake in anger. Still trying to hold it in, I start to sweat slightly.

The image of Gray starts to appear in my head again and I wince, shutting my eyes tight. The picture of him begins to keep flashing in my mind. That familiar lump forms in the back of my throat, and I keep shutting my eyes tight.

Finally, I can't hold it in any longer. I stand up quickly, throwing my chair back in anger.

"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" I holler, startling the two blondes. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I scream, holding my hands over my ears. The two girls run away quickly, probably thinking I'm about to kill them or something.