Breaking Dustin Creek

♛ Chapter Four ♛

Picture of Andrew and Jack Stevens~↑

Sunday, October 28, 8:45 PM

~Dustin~

/It kills me not to know this/ A single tear is droppin'/

Through the valleys of an aging face/ That this world has forgotten/

There is no reconciliation/ That will put me in my place/ But seldom do these words ring true/

When I'm constantly failing you/ Like the walls that we just can't break through/

Until we disappear/ So tell me now/ If this ain't love/ Then how do we get out?/

'Cause I don't know/ And the day pressed on like crushing weights/ For no man does it ever wait/

Like memories of dying days/ Now do you understand?/ There's nothing left to say/

But so much left that I don't know/ We never had a choice/ This world is too much noise/

It takes me under once again\

— "Savior" - Rise Against 🖤

     I don't know if the freezing cold air that had developed around me just happened to take me out of my drunken coma, or if my brain just decided to bring me back to this harsh reality on its own accord.

     Either way I wanted the darkness of sleep to take me back. My body shivered, the sense of pain overloading my brain as it tried to make sense of what was going on. Tried to remember something. Anything.

     The breeze hit my face again making my throat release out a small whimper that my voice box couldn't even comprehend. My eyes wouldn't open to see my surroundings no matter how hard I begged for them to.

     I couldn't move anything. The realization hitting me as I struggled against my foggy system. If this is what sleep paralysis feels like—

     My thoughts were whisked away by the sudden loud bang coming from under me. It ringed in my ears like a gunshot, and my body began to involuntarily jerk. My head grew fuzzy as my respiratory system failed to do its job.

     I trembled and continued to jerk as it fought against me. Memories from the alley way flooded back to me making the attack worse. I had never experienced this feeling before and I couldn't lie, I was freaking out, hard.

     Tears fell from my eyes as I tried my hardest to control my breathing and stop my body from spazzing out. All I wanted right now was for this to go away. The rush of memories, the lack of air, the screaming pain in my arm and head. It was too much.

     Please. . . H-elp—

     Warm hands stopped my pleas as they cupped my tear stained face. The memories faded and my eyes shot open, finally, to see who had grabbed me.

     "Dustin! Dustin, stop shaking—your okay. It's okay. I'm right here." I watched as my body slowly stopped on its own. My breathing finally going back to normal besides the slight hiccups.

     I looked into Jack's eyes, a small smile was on his face and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter.

     Then I remember that I was basically, no I was kidnapped. Out of instinct my hands rushed to pull his arms away and roll off the opposite side of the bed. Jumping to my feet, I prepared myself to fight, but when I swung my arms up to block my face, my right arm screeched in pain.