" Dylan ? " It says again and then continues " Are you... OK? "
Go away, I don't want people to stare, I don't want to be normal, I like silence, I don't need help.
They need help.
Not me.
Them.
" Get.... away.... from..... me! I.. don't.... need help! " I cry, and collapse onto the pavement, my head resting into the damp grass. My body spreads out on the ground, then my limp, tired legs and arms curl into a ball.
I feel a hand touch my shoulder, then it crawls to my hair and moves a lock back from my face, and then my face looks bare, unconcealed. " I just want to help " Says the voice. I slowly sit up, my head lifts first and then my tired body follows, I look up to this stranger.
Emma. The quiet girl in school, personally, I think she's beautiful.
All the 'popular' girls in the school are called beautiful, but really, they're hideous, Emma's the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life. She looks at me with her green emerald eyes, her silky medium hazelnut hair sits perfectly just below her shoulders in low-down swift waves, she opens her peach lips to speak.
" Give me that, the bottle, it won't help " She says gently and slides forwards her open hand.
I frown, " No, it... helps me... " I grumble and look to the ground. Then she slowly puts her hand on my precious bottle, and takes it away.
" No....!!!! I need it! It's my fairy dust! Please " I whine and lurch for it but end up toppling forwards and my face falling flat into the ground. I sit up, and glare at her. " What? Do you want something? " I ask.
" Yes, I want to help you, your going to kill yourself the way your going. " She answers and stands up, and puts out her outstretched hand, I link mine into it and she helps me up.
As I stand uneasily and stare at her for a second, then in a way, for once in my life; smile.
She leads me to the school car park and helps me into a car, I sit in the back and fall asleep whilst staring out the window, meanwhile she drives me to her house. We holt to a stop down a homely road and stop outside a cute cottage, she looks at me and I look back.
" Welcome.... " She says and takes me inside. I walk up the steps and and enter the cottage, it greets me with a beautiful cooking smell, her mother looks up and smiles but in her eyes I see a disapproving look.
YOU ARE READING
Drinker
Ficțiune adolescențiDylan is a 17 year old girl who is going through difficult times. She drinks, has no friends, and has no family. But what's killing her inside? Will it ever be found out? Will Emma, a friend pleading to help, make her better?
