Roadtrip Oneshots

Rylyn, Trust me

Requested by roadieforeversam, so I hope you enjoy it :)

Contains topics such as addiction, and depression, so read at your own risk. I love you all xx

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Brooklyn

'Brook, are you coming in?' I hear Jack ask from the door.

We went out for a smoke, and I guess he's finished; he never stays out long. But I need some more, I need something more.

'I'll be inside soon,' I promise with a smile, cigarette at my lips.

Jack nods. 'Just don't stay out too long. It's cold out.'

I nod once more, and he shuts the door behind him.

I inhale the smoke, and just breathe it. I breathe it in. I breathe it out. The burn I feel burns the heart ache away, and so I smoke and smoke and smoke, inhale it further and further. It helps, I tell myself. I just need to do this long enough to stop feeling heartache.

I didn't tell any of the boys I had a girlfriend, and so I'm not going to tell any of them that we broke up two months ago.

The smoking helped me, in a way. It help numb me, but burn me at the same time. I needed to do something, literally anything, and so I went back to the cigarettes.

They keep me company when I have nightmares. They keep me company when I feel nothing; they make me feel something.

I inhale a little too sharply and I start to cough and retch. I'm bent over, hands on my knees, coughing and coughing when the smoke goes the wrong way. The tears burn in my eyes, and I have to sit down. The ground is wet, and I can feel it soaking into my jeans, but I don't care. I just need to be able to breathe again. I just want an end to this.

I put out my cigarette on the floor, cough once more, and I'm alright.

Well, I'm not, but I am. I'm gasping on the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks, and then the rains comes. It hammers down on me, hard, and I can't bring myself to move. I let it soak me, right down to the bone, and I'm shivering, shaking, and I have no idea why I didn't just go inside when Jack went in.

I jump when thunder claps, but I curl up in a ball outside the front door. I can't bring myself to go inside. Not yet. I need some time by myself, outside. I'm being pounded on by rain. I'm gasping again, breathless, and I can't breathe. I can't think, which is good. I don't want to think anymore. I don't want to think about her, or what I possibly could have done wrong.

My head dips onto my chest when everything goes blank, and my eyes slide shut. I forget about the rain, the pain, and her. All I know it that I'm suddenly tired, and all I want to do is sleep. Thunder claps again, and I barely jolt. If anything, it makes me slip further into my oblivion.

***

'Oh shit!'

A shout makes me stir, but I don't move. I blink slowly, feel the water that soaks me to the bone. I'm shivering at a harsher intensity, and I wonder if I fell asleep; how long did I fall asleep for?

I feel hands on my shoulder, and they shake me. 'Brooklyn?!'

My head lolls, and I have no energy to move. I open my eyes though, and I see someone crouched beside me. A hand lifts my head up by my chin and I see Rye; confused, shocked, panicked, eyes wide. I look behind him, and I see it's still raining.

'Brook, can you hear me?' he asks loudly.

I blink slowly at him, and nod my head. I'm dizzy and exhausted and I don't know what's happening.