Milanas PoV

Dylan ended up picking me up and carrying me to the car since I was too slow.

He sat me in the back and he sat at the front.

"No" he said to himself and climbed out the car. He walked abit into the woods, I was watching him from the car window and saw he was pulling at his hair and walking around. The rested his arm against a tree and started hitting it with the other arm. He was upset. He then started to walk back. He started to walk properly then would curl himself up and try to walk backwards, he's then stiffen up again and walk forward then curl up and move back

It was like he was fighting himself?

After 5 minutes of this "Fight", Dylan picked up a stick and jammed it into his stomach. Blood started to spread around his shirt but he continued to walk forward and got back into the car. He then started it up and started to drive

"What the fuck is wrong with you" I said to him. Bold I know, but I needed to communicate with him to get anywhere. I was annoyed that he was acting like this. I risked my life, I've broken my promis and had my life taken away from me, for Dylan, I've made so much progress and I'm not going back now

"Enough ana" he growled

I would carry on but I didn't want my voice to brake and show him I was weak. My grandmother was the only one who called me ana. Hearing him say it, I just didn't sound right. It felt my throat tighten and my heart slow.

No I could do this, I need to let this make me stronger not weaker. For my grandmothers sake

"No Dylan, don't just suddenly start acting like this, not when last night you let go of your demonds" I said like I was quoting some emo song.

Dylan gave me a sharp glare though the mirror and pulled over

~~~ a few minutes later ~~~

I was now in the boot with tape around my mouth.

Great. I want to know why Dylan suddenly acted like this. He went crazy in the first place because he lost his sister and was too scared to cope. I brought back his sister. Well a false sense of his sister. But he still had his sister back in his mind. He no longer needed girls to act as her.

But he murderd. Maybe he liked The suffering he caused and wants to carry on.

But why not me. Why go out looking for someone when I was easily at his feet

I just didn't understand.

I wanted to help Dylan, I really did. I want all my suffering to mean something, I want something to come out of it instead of providing pleasure to a sick mind.

For my sake and also his sake.

I could feel the car come to a stop. I herd the engine turn off and I realised he had arrived at his destination.

Ball sack.

I herd his door slam shut before his footsteps coming to the boot.