Opposites attract - Dally Winston

Chapter 44:

(Just a little reminder of what happened cause it's been a while.

Dally chooses Sylvia over Gracie, and they get into a huge argument, and Gracie knocks out Sylvia. She stays the night at Darry's and then he tells her that Dally got shot).

The beeping sound of the heart monitor, or the sound of crying and coughping wasn't what kept me up all night as I stayed by Dallas's side.

It was the fact that he was hurt and in pain, and I couldn't do anything to help him. 

The other fact is that I am questioning myself as to why I even care in the first place.

He hurt me.

He hurt me so badly, but yet I'm still here in this stupid uncomfortable chair watching over Dally as if he's magically somehow going to feel my presence and wake up like they do in the movies.

I hated myself for caring so much, but I just couldn't stop.

Trust me when I say that I had a full on argument with myself in the bathroom mirror and I was almost checked in to the "special" room.

If it weren't for Darry I would be going insane in a box right now.

But who am I kidding? I am already insane. Staying here by Dally proves it.

Another thing that also kept me up was the sound of his soft breathing as he was passed out on the hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his chest only covered by the light fabric of his hospital gown.

I chuckled.

If Dallas saw this on him he would single handedly murder everyone who saw him before combusting into a million different pieces.

I didn't get the details on how he was shot, or how bad it was, but I had a feeling that he went out looking for trouble because thats just what Dally does.

I continued to stare at his limp body feeling helpless.

I knew this feeling all to well, and I went through it twice, and I was not ready to go through it a third time. 

I roll my eyes back to try and hold back the scorching tears trying to gnaw their way out.

It's an ongoing war with them, and lately I've been losing.

Another win for the tears as two slide their way down my cheeks causing my cheek to tingle from the sensation.

I quickly wipe it away as I get off the chair and walk over to the window. I open the curtains and stare out at the dark starry night sky.

"Just look at the stars Gracie" I tell myself as I take in deep breaths.

"Shit" I mumble to myself that I was crying even more now. 

The burning hot tears invading my soft rosy cheeks, and sliding their way down onto the marbled floor.

My stomach grumbled and I could feel myself about to throw up.

I quickly rush to the bathroom knocking over a trash can in the process, it's contents spewing all over the floor.

I don't shut the door fearing that I wasn't going to make it to the toilet on time, and was thankful that my insides were being heaved into a white bowl than the cold hard ground.

I let out painful sobs as I continue to vomit, my nose and throat burning as more gross contents spewed out of my mouth.

"Gracie?" I hear a concern familiar voice call out to me as I let out the last of my remaining contents.

I hear loud footsteps nearing their way to the bathroom, and I flush the toilet filled with all of my insides just before Soda walked in.

"Are you okay?" he asks concerned as his eyes widen, "yeah" I tell him, "were you throwing up?" he asks looking at me then the toilet bowl."trust me, I'm used to throwing up" I reassure him.

I shakily get up and walk past him, and step on something on the ground.

I looked down to see the pile of garbage I knocked over and I bent down to pick up the mess I made.

If I couldn't pick up the other mess, I mine as well be semi-useful and pick up this one.

As I was cautisuly picking up the disgusting food and... I don't even know what that is with Soda's help when I came across a rather clean piece of paper.

It was crumpled and folded like it had been in a pocket or a wallet, but it was near the top of the sprawl of trash, so it must have been on the top; probably why it's so clean.

My curiosity got the better of me and I began to unfold and un crumple the piece of paper.

"What's that?" Soda asks as he shuffles over to get a better glimpse of the paper.

"I don't know, I'm about to find out though" I say as I finally open it up all the way revealing only a few words.

I feel something tug at my heart as I recognize the writing, and then it comple gets yanked as I see my name on the very top of the page, a heart above the i.

Soda continues to stare at the note from behind my shoulder all the while my trembling hands couldn't stop shaking to actually read what was written.

Gracie...

I'm not good at writing things... or explaining my feelings, but I can't describe how sorry I am for hurting you. I can't live with what I have done to you. I've broke things off for good with Sylvia, but I don't deserve you. I don't deserve anything we had. 

I will make it easy for you to forget about me.

Goodbye.

My heart shattered. 

Dally wrote a suicide note... Dally didn't go out looking for trouble. 

Dally went out looking for death.

And we all know what Dallas wants...

Dallas gets.

Then the heart monitor flattens.

 I am so sorry for taking A LONGGG time to update! I only thought I would be gone for a few days then my parents surprised me with a vaction for three more days, and I didn't have any wifi or data because I was in a diffrent state. I did have time to write though, so I will get the next chapters out as soon as possible.

I am also sorry for the short chapter when I wrote it on my phone it seemed longer.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger.

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Not really :')