"What?" Dylan sighed, shifting awkwardly on the white hospital chair. "I'm not meant to tell you this now, you're not in the proper state of mind_" "It's okay Dylan, I just wanna know what happened" "You're sure it's not gonna hurt you? It's a lot to take in" "It can't be that bad. Besides, I already had a lot to take in before It happened." "She hit you in the head with a baseball bat, poured gasoline on the walls of the building and set it on fire" I guess he was right when he said it was a lot to take in.  The truth is, I couldn't feel anything.  I was meant to mad, angry or at least, break down in tears but I ended up feeling nothing.  It was either what she injected in my body or the painkillers I had in my system but either ways, it worked in my favour. I didn't know how I wou

He was right in front of me and got just as much water as I did but it didn't matter cause he was wet already and it didn't look like he cared anyway.    He held the hose above my head but didn't get my head wet. He held it above my shoulders and down it went through the thin material of my silky dress to my skin. I felt it run down my body quickly and soon, water surrounded my feet.  It went on for seconds, long seconds and definitely far longer than I did but I guess he wasn't wrong when he said I made the wrong choice He moved to my other shoulder and round it went till my entire body was drenched.  He turned off the tap and dropped the hose on the ground.  I slowly peeled my eyes open and released the tension I never thought I had. I released a shaky breath and wrapped my arms round my body.  It was prett

DYLAN KING "What?" "Robert. Yeah, I know he has a weird surname but he's hot. Really really hot" "Hotter than me?" "Yes, he's very hot" "Not to sound rude but I've not met a Robert" I said, air quoting his name cause duh, she said he's hotter than I am "And I'm way hotter than him" "You just said you've not met him. He might be a Justin Bieber Junior" "No he's not and if he was then I'm still hotter than him"  "Yeah, maybe in your dreams" "Wait, if he's that hot, why isn't he popular yet?" "Um" She paused, looking at everywhere but me.  Is it just me or did it look like she was making it all up?  Nah.  "Well, he's usually in hoodies so people don't get to see him that much but trust me, he's hot

Eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and I was done. Standing in front of the mirror, I saw a totally different person.  The bright yellow dress was off shouldered, revealing my shoulder blades and a little bit of my arms. The sleeves were long and ruffled with little white beads attached to the wrists.  It was a little tight around the waist, giving me an hourglass body shape. It reached a little my mid thighs, exposing my not so fresh legs.  They're long though, don't underestimate the beauty of those legs.  I used make up once again, my mini savior. I covered up the bruises on my legs and my shoulders. I decided to go Cassandra and caked my face with so much make up. I did my eyebrows, concealer, powder, highlight, foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and went as far as attaching lashes.  And damn, I did it so well. 

It felt like I took off my life problems when the dumb dress was detached from my body.  Yeah, detached.  The damn thing didn't come off quickly. It felt like a second skin and the sand in between made it even worse.  Well, Dylan decided it'd be great to get in the water, cold water if I might add and I didn't resist cause, duh, why not?  Anyways, we spent minutes in the water, splashing on each other with absolutely no idea where we would find fresh dry clothes after.  At the sad end, we went home in our wet sandy clothes.  My choice to wear something off shouldered and skimpy backfired. The cold air bit into my skin and at times, made me take breaks to shake it out. I had never been so cold and Dylan, the definition of a perfect gentleman, didn't offer to give me his jacket.  I took a warm bath the mom