Addicted (Dylan O'Brien)

Chapter 98

Authors Note:

Heeeellooooo loves!
Holy crap! Chapter 98 that's insane! I am planning on a sequel to this book because, obviously, their story can not end here! So hang in there, the roller coaster ride isn't over yet! It's a long one! But, I just couldn't shorten it, hope that's ok! Also, the playlist is coming along! If you have song suggestions, drop them for me!
Xoxo Em

Skylar's POV:

Where do I go from here?

How did I even get here?

I had it all planned out. Everything was suppose to work out. Get my degree, get into a publishing company, intern where need be. Make my own life aside from my father.

Not... spend my days begging for sleep to take over so I can forget this pain for a moment.

I feel like some sort of zombie. I lay in bed pretending to sleep, then shower when the feeling of breaking is too overwhelming. No one can hear me in the shower when I cry.

Mason has been an absolute blessing the last two days. He barely asks me questions, but every few hours a water and a snack shows up on the night stand next to the bed I've been sleeping in.

Apparently his roommate left early for winter break and Mason is leaving on Sunday. As for me.... I have no idea what to do anymore.

"Hey!" Mason walks into the room, "how you feeling?"

I sit up and rest against the headboard, "peachy Mason."

"Sorry," he laughs nervously, "really stupid question."

He sits at the edge of the bed and rubs his hands together. I can tell he wants to say something but is too worried to say it. He does that a lot I'm realizing.

"So, another stupid question..." he clears his throat, "have you done any of your finals?"

I stare him blankly, that would be a no. I haven't left this dorm building since Mary dropped me off two days ago. I haven't seen or heard from Dylan since I told him I could never forgive him.

None of it makes sense.

I keep going over it in my mind, he always fight. Always.

This time.... He just stood there. He just let me leave with no argument, no screaming match. I just walked out. Like the last five months never happened.

"You can't just give up on your future because Dylan went and fucked up." Mason tells me, "you deserve better than that."

He says this like I haven't already thought about this. Of course I deserve better, but there is no way I can sit down and take exams when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry until I'm too numb to feel the pain.

"I know Mason."

He nods, "then why are you giving up?"

My brows furrow, "I'm not giving up Mason. I just.... Shit I don't know. I can barely think straight right now. I'm more worried about where I'm going to live than if I've taken an exam."

"If you don't take them, it doesn't matter where you live because you'll fail out of college." He says brutally. "I'm not trying to sound like a jerk, I guess I just hate seeing you like this."

"How about you tell me how I'm suppose to be right now?"

Mason sighs, "I know, there's a lot of shit going on. I just want to help."

I bite my lip, "I know, and I'm not making it easier. I just either want to scream or cry. There's really no in between right now."

Mason looks at me with so much pity in his eyes it makes me sick. I don't want to be the girl who every feels sorry for, I don't want to look like the fool but I know in the end, that's how I look.