A Silhouette and Maybe More

Trust Issues

I stood, embracing the sunset in front of me while Dan continued to watch me from behind. I watched as a flock of birds majestically flew through the air travelling as one, every move was synchronised and in time, it was beautiful. It reminded me of home and how I missed it. I heard Dan edge his way towards me, the dirt scuffing underneath his shoes. My muscles began to tense up when he stood shoulder to shoulder beside me keeping his gaze of the scenery infront of us.

"I've got something I want to show you. Follow me." He whispered while turning round and heading back into the house. I soon followed him through the kitchen and the hallway and up the stairs. He opened the door to the master bedroom to reveal a room that was full of light, clear of the dangerous objects, respectively clean furniture and new bed sheets.

"I...I-hope you like it...sorry about the bed frame, it broke and I know this isn't exactly a five star hotel but it's the best I ca-"

"It's perfect." I intervened. He looked at with a genuine smile plastered upon his face, finally proud of himself that he's done something right.

"Thank you." I quietly mumbled before taking a seat on my bed with a fresh stack of books for me to read by the side, some looked genuinely interesting. Dan still remained in the doorway inspecting the room that he had managed to clean it up ever so slightly. No matter how bad it seemed it was still better than what it was before.

"Can...can I trust you?" He hesitantly asked. It was disappointing for me to hear him ask this because I thought I won his trust when I made that phone call to my mum. I looked up at him with the most innocent looking face I could make.

"Of course." I whispered back to him, he still seemed unconvinced and unsure but there was nothing I could do to make him change his mind. Really, it should be me asking him this.

"I'm going to go out. I'm getting food." He announced. After a nod of the head he left with nothing but an open door and the silence of an empty house. By judging the position of the sun I guessed it was around 9 in the evening, despite the day I've had I wasn't quite ready for bed. I peered through the window to see the car that I first arrived in was gone, now I was properly alone. I took the time I had to look around, considering anything I found useful as research, I am supposed to be therapist aren't I?

Starting off with the door on the right of my bedroom and I tugged on the handle and gave it a slight nudge and it eventually broke free. Inside was a room similar to mine but in a condition far worse. If it wasn't in such a state you could probably tell that it was a room was frequently used, the bed frame still remained but broken towards to the bottom and it looked as though the walls had had a fresh coat of paint. The ceiling had collapsed in causing little pieces of wood to be spread out all over the room making it splinter hell. The rest of the mess seemed to be man-made. I noticed the little amount of CDs that were resting upon the shelf, I took the liberty to look through these so it would give me a little insight of what Dan's interests were, no harm in that...

I looked through the selection of CDs and records to discover that they all had one thing in common: every single one of them had the name 'BASTILLE' written over them. It took me some time before I discovered what seemed like a trophy of some sort. I was careful with it, it was strangely circular and I couldn't bare to think about what the consequence would be if I broke it. Engraved on it were the words; 'British Breakthrough Act 2014, Bastille' and a little logo for the Brit awards at the base of the trophy, it was undoubtedly recognisable. There were no words, simply the dumbstruck silence of confusion and shock. It was then I started to piece together the puzzle that was Dan. To me he still remained the biggest mystery I have ever came across. The more I continued on to investigate, the more of the puzzle was revealed. I discovered an old photo who I assumed was Dan, alongside a girl who, admittedly, looked absolutely beautiful. I examined the photo of the two as they clung onto each other lovingly, they looked like the perfect couple. The girl had blonde, naturally wavy hair cascading down her back like a cape, her extraordinarily green eyes lit up in the photo. They both looked so photogenic. Was this maybe the 'friend' that I reminded Dan of? I flipped the photo to see a single line of handwriting;

'Angela, March 27th 2013'

Who exactly was Angela?

A/n: I hope you guys are enjoying this, it's quite different to my other one. So far I've wrote about 23 chapters to this story so expect a lot more to be coming.