It's A Bit Complicated

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The sound of another stupid alarm blared in my ear. It was the fourth one this morning. "Why must you wake a sleeping soul?" I reached out from under the covers to yet again hit my phone into turning off. As my arm hit the bed, I groaned. My head spun, my ears rung, everything was stuffed up. All in all, I felt like shit. With a sudden jolt, I pulled myself out of bed. Odds are getting up that fast wasn't the best idea, because I immediately fell back to the bed. Today was going to be rough.
After five more minutes of laying, staring at the ceiling my feet finally made contact with the cold floor of the Bates Motel. All that was left in my room was a fresh pair of clothes that seemed to be another pair of sweatpants and a right fitting tee, with a bowl of cereal that was now completely mush. I laughed as I brought the bowl to the bathroom to wash it out. "Idiot thought the cereal would actually survive. How dumb is he?" I gathered the clothes from the dresser, and quickly got into the shower. The faster I got out of this hotel room the better. I was sick of it already.
The first time I looked in the mirror after last night, I was shocked at what I saw. The black and blue had become a deeper shade, but the swelling went down. From what I noticed there was a cut under the eye as well, probably from my mothers wedding band. It didn't matter. I wasn't phased. I brushed it off my shoulder and continued on with my morning routine.
As I finished up, I quickly sent Dylan a text saying I was up. When I got no reply, I headed up to the house.
It was quite as I entered. The only car that stood in the lot down below was Dylan's so it was fair to assume that both Norman and Norma were out. It didn't surprise me in the least though. They were always doing something those two.
I wandered around the house, until I heard the floors creak. I stopped dead in my tracks. It had to be Dylan, but still a shiver went straight up my spine. As I spun around, I found a gun pointed towards me and a smiling Dylan on the other end. I questioned his sanity.
"Can you put that thing away? Who just comes out with a gun? God damn." He chucked as he tucked it away. You could tell by the way he was dressed that he had just gotten up. The hair could give it away as well. It was ruffled on top of his head, and his five o'clock shadow stood prominent on his chin. "Just shows you how it would be if you were an actual stranger." He said.
His voice was low, and gravely as he spoke and I felt the need to touch him at that very moment. I shook my head, and smiled. "I wouldn't want to be the person that has to deal with that."
Dylan instructed me to make some breakfast while he went to get ready. He said he was impressed by the fact it was noon and a teenager the likes of me was already up and ready. Maybe it was because he was lazy he slept this late. I pondered about his life decisions.
It wasn't until a message popped up on my phone that my smile faded. I read the text a million time before fully understanding.
"So is that food ready?" I heard Dylan mutter. I nodded and dropped it in front of him on the table. As I collapsed into the chair beside him my mind went blank.

"Lizzy. It's your mother. She's dead, Lizzy. Suicide."

The text replayed in my head. But I refused to believe. Dead. Just like my sister.

▪️ Dylan

Everything seemed fine until she sat down beside me. Her arms rested at her sides, her phone squeezed between her thighs. I waved my hand in front of her face, and her head turned slowly towards me. "What's wrong?" I asked. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft sigh. "I fucked up." She exclaimed.
I tried to figure out what could have happened between last night and today but nothing came to mind? Was it me? Did something happen at home? I didn't think she would be upset about something like that.
It wasn't until she finally spoke up that I knew. "Just like my sister went, another one falls to her grave. Because of me."

Because of me.

That sentence repeated in my head. None of this was her fault. She didn't do anything. My hand reached over to hold hers, and her head dropped down. Before I could do anything else, tears ran down both of our hands.
I know it sounds dickish but I didn't know what to do. I had never had a woman cry around me.

I placed my hand on top of her head and pulled her into my chest. It was minutes before she stopped sobbing. "How could I be so dumb to let this happen?" I cupped her face in my hands and made her look at me directly.

"Listen Lizzy. People die. That's all there is too it. But I am telling you right now. No ones death has ever been based around you. You are the most perfect human I have ever seen. Your smile lights up entire cities, and it was able to turn cold hearts into soft manageable ones. Do not blame this on anyone aside from the person itself. Suicide is always an option. An option that has nothing to do with you."

Her tears came down again and I felt that I had no way to stop them. She was hurt. Last night she cried for an escape but this was not the escape she was looking for. Her arms twisted around my body once again, and I tried my best to sooth her. "It's going to be okay."
I kisses her head, and then took her hand leading her upstairs. As soon as she stepped foot in my room, her body found the bed. She tucked herself in, and that's the last I saw of her for the rest of the day.

Fuck it's been ages.
Here's this piece of shit chapter to make up.
But hey.
I'm back bitches.
I'll update again tomorrow
Hope you guys are well. 💗