It's been two weeks since I told him, since I've seen him, since he left...

But then again, everyone leaves, and I knew that, so why am I so bummed about him leaving?

I'm not.

I guess its just shock. He said he wouldn't leave, he said he'll still stay...

And I'm the stupid idiot that believed him. For what? To be broken again?

No. I didn't believe him. I didn't.

And he wanted to know why my walls were built so high.

Well now he fucking knows.

I've stopped thinking about him now. I've stopped thinking about the way he treated me, like I was the only person in the world. I've stopped thinking about how he never used to leave me alone, and tried so hard to break my walls; and yeah, he did. I've stopped thinking about how he said he would never leave, and he would always stay because he didn't care what happened.

It's weird - I feel like I've lost something even though I knew I would lose it anyway.

I didn't loose anything - I know that.

But having him around every single day since I came back - you get used to it, and—

Stop, Ally.

I shook my head. I looked at myself in the mirror, the same angle, the same way I always do. Nothing's changed.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, deciding to make myself a coffee before driving to school.

"Hey, Ally."

I nodded at Dallas, seeing as I couldn't find words at the moment. But why? I don't care that Austin's gone - I wanted him gone. Why? He was annoying.

Liar.

I shook my head again.

"Want some breakfast?"

I shook my head. "No, I've gotta get to school."

I downed my coffee as quick as I could, but it still didn't stop him from talking to me. "You sure? They're strawberry pancakes - your favourite."

"Im good, thanks."

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. "He still hasn't—"

I shook my head, refusing to let him finish his sentence.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," I barely managed a smile. "I'm going to school."

Before I got to the door, Dallas called out the same words he always does. "Love you, Lee."

I turned to look at him. "You too."

Then I left.

Driving to school, I couldn't stop thinking about everything. I'm a pretty strong fucking survivor.

I survived being raped and beaten, I survived being alone most of high school, I survived being nearly killed, I survived my mother not believing me, I survived my fathers death and —

Then it happened. The crash. The sound of metal twisting around my body. The sound of tires popping at the impact of me trying to break so hard. The airbag hitting my head so hard it flew backwards and hit the back of the chair, cracking my neck.

Then what I felt next was enough to know I was dead already.

The car tipped, and rolled, and rolled, and rolled. I was getting dizzier by the second, the metal inside the car breaking, sticking into parts of my body.

I screamed in agony. My legs were broken, I could feel it. My bones breaking, every single second. My flesh began burning, my lungs screaming for air.

Then it stopped. The car stopped spinning, and my body was still. The pain, however, was still there.

Slowly, I chanced opening my eyes to see the damage. I immediately regretted it. My eyes were watery, my body shooting with pain. Everything was blurry.

Then the air began to get thicker, and eventhough I could hardly see, the black stood out right at this point. I coughed, more like hacked, and every part of my body seemed to become open, like someone was pouring salt to an open wound.

Then I smelt it. Fire. There was a fire.

"H-help!" I screamed. "Helllppp!"

It didn't seem to be working.

I coughed more, my body slowly becoming numb. I knew it was close to the end - it had to be.

I coughed, my throat being scratched each second I did. "HELP!"

The fire was roaring, and I knew the car would soon blow up. This is it.

My eyelids becomes heavy as my lungs breathed in more of the fiery, thick air.

Fighting as much as I could, I managed to pull my phone out of my pocket. My shaken hand removed the access glass that had come off and dialled Dallas' number.

After three rings, he answered.

"Hey," his voice rang through. It seemed distant.

I coughed, "D-Dallas," I coughed even more.

"Ally," he sounded more alarmed. "Are you— are you okay?"

"Listen," I breathed in deeply. "I know I hardly... ever say it to you e-everyday... But I do appreciate everything, eventhough," I coughed and coughed and coughed.

"Ally?" His voice was shaken.

"Even though I don't show it." I coughed even more. "I j-just... wanted to say," the air from my lungs had been stolen.

"Thankyou... for everything..." I coughed and shut my eyes. "Bye, D-Dallas..."

"Ally!" I heard his voice ring, "Ally, where are you? I'm coming to get you, okay? Hang on Ally, i'm coming..."

He kept talking. Something about staying on the phone to me, to keep me awake.

"Hey, Ally," I knew that voice. "Ally... stay awake for me, okay? You're going to make it, Ally..."

"A-Austin?" I breathed out. Why was he here? How?

"It's going to be okay Ally, I promise..."

"No," I coughed. A tear fell. "No - its not. You left..."

"But I didn't. I'm right here... just stay with me."

"W-where?" I breathed in more of the foggy air. "I can't find you."

"Im here, Ally..."

I shook my head. "You - you're gone... just like me..."

Then the blackness took over.


I know. Hate me. But, don't forget to tell me what you thought.