The Fake Kind of Love (Extra)

My scream rang out through the halls even though my door was closed. I was a prisoner to my room all day and all night. Kept here, supposedly, to get better. I was getting so thin. All my cheer-leading muscles slowly evaporating. My skin so pasty white. I had broken my mirror a few weeks ago. Looking at what I had become disgusted me. This sickness wasn't worth living through. The only true reason why I was putting up with it was because of Dylan.

I honestly believe Dylan was my other half. We were meant to be together. I wish he could come over still. My nurse had forbid him from seeing me. Of course, there's no way I could argue with her. My room locks from the outside, which is why I screamed.
My door opened now. Squeaking, it opened to show my little sister stepping through. "What's wrong Kayla?" she whispered. She wouldn't look at me. She thought I was as disgusting as I thought I did.
I motioned for her to come closer towards me. She looked back at the hallway then glanced at me. She took a few more steps away from the door. "I want out." I whispered.

"What?" she said taking a few more steps towards me. She still had her head turned away from me slightly. I wanted to grab it and force her to look at me. She was stronger than me, I had no chance of being aggressive.
"I want out." I repeated still whispering. She looked back at the door. I could tell she was torn. She knew I needed out, but it was against the rules.
"Uh, sorry Kayla. That's against the rules." She said with her eyes parallel to the floor. As she walked out the door she closed it so softly that it didn't close all the way.

I grinned as wide as my mouth would go. She was so smart. Once they figure out that I got out, I will not tell them Ashley let me out. I got up slowly and made my way to the door. I twisted the knob and opened it as slowly as I could hoping it wouldn't squeak.
I peaked out, not a single person in my way. I quickly, well as fast as I could, walked towards the door that led outside. I had shut my bedroom door so that no one would suspect anything out of the ordinary until someone had to check on me. It was nap time though so I had a few hours to soak in the sun.

Once outside, I stood there for a couple of seconds, taking it all in. Outside, oh how I missed outside. I turned to the right, beautiful flowers overtook the porch. I turned to the left, noticing a white swing hanging there untouched. I walked over to it, touching it with my fingertips. Testing it for safety. I sat down and slightly pushed myself when my legs.
I remembered sitting on it holding Dylan's hand. Smiling, we were always smiling. Laughing at everything. We were just two happy teenagers. Together forever we used to say. I hoped that still rang true.

"Kayla?" a familiar voice sounded behind me. I turned slowly towards him. I couldn't believe it. Was it really him? I opened my mouth to say something. The way he was looking at me was why I couldn't say anything. Was I trash to him? I turned my head away. I didn't want him to look at me like that. I wanted him to smile when he saw me. Like nothing had ever happened.
The swing moved a little when he sat down. Warning me. I felt his hand on mine. Just like old times, holding hands on the porch swing. Maybe he still loved me. Maybe he just..."Kayla we need to talk." He whispered.

I winced. Those were my most feared words. It was another warning of bad news. I never thought they would ever be spoken to me, except in my nightmares. "Dylan." I managed to breathe out. I was afraid. I wanted to tell him that everything was okay. That I was going to get better.
He squeezed my hand. I turned my face towards him. "Kayla, I have to leave." He whispered. He looked down. My heart sunk. I wondered if it hurt. If he didn't really want to leave. Maybe he was just a coward and didn't want to see how I would act.

I nodded slowly. Maybe he did want to leave. I remembered everything he did for me. He would come over even at two in the morning. He would see the scars on my wrists and just let me cut away. Whatever made me happy. He was always on my side. I didn't want to hold him down. If he wanted to leave then I wanted him to leave.
"No Kayla, im leaving and im never coming back." He said looking up at me again. I blinked a few times to keep back the tears. He didn't get it. I knew what he meant, and I wanted whatever he thought he wanted. I nodded once again, letting my guard down. A tear slipped out. Racing its way towards my chin. His expression changed. I think he understood what I meant now.

"What happened to your neck?" He said fast. My eyes got wide. He was the first one to notice. I didn't realize he looked at me that close. I owed him the truth. My fingers squirmed around till my hands broke free. I made a circular shape trying to explain me choking myself. The illness made me want violence. It made hurting myself okay.
A cool breeze passed by forcing me to shiver. He grabbed my wrist. I looked away. He wasn't supposed to see that. If he was leaving why was he commenting on me? He shouldn't care. "This is why im leaving. I don't want to see you hurt yourself over and over again. I care about you too much." He said louder than earlier. He let go and stood up. I wanted to tell him if he still cared he shouldn't leave. My lips couldn't find the words.

"Go back inside and lay down." He told me. His eyes were burning. He didn't want to leave. I stood up and tried to pull him towards the house with me. He didn't even budge. Either he was amazingly strong or I was completely weak.
He wasn't even looking at me. I let go of his hand and took a step closer to him. He smiled so good. I was going to miss him too much. The only reason why I hadn't done serious damage to myself was because of him. He he left what would I have to live for?

I set my lips on his cheek trying to get his attention. He noticed but he went back to thinking. I was hoping he was realizing he needed me as much as I needed him.
"Good bye Kayla." He said to me. He heart fell out of my chest. He walked away. I stared at him wishing I could say something. He was leaving me forever. He stopped loving me. I stood there as he got in his car. My head pounded hard. My eye sight got blurry. I fell down. I couldn't breathe. It was over. Just like that. Gone.