»DYLAN O'BRIEN IMAGINES«

Heartbreak Warfare

"Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare"

-Heartbreak Warfare, John Mayer

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You hear it.

You break apart from Dylan's arms and warmth.

The sound.

It's-its a gunshot.

You can't see anything.

Your vision is blurry.

You are about to pass out from your heart rate going so fast.

You hear Dylan yelling.

"Get down!" he yells as he runs towards the shots.

"Dyl don't get hurt!" you scream after him.

He rushes back over to you for a quick second. "Baby I need you to find a secret room or a place where no one will find you. Make sure you have your phone. Text Nikki. Don't text me. I'm going to handle this. I don't want you getting hurt. I love you. Now go!" He pushed you off to go.

You are about to ask questions until you see he's running already.

You run up the stairs because you remember when you two were exploring this place-before this all happened-a little door you saw.

You find the door in a bedroom and you open it to see it.

It looks like a little sitting room.

You go in and lock the door quickly and pull out your phone.

You can't call Nikki. You have to text her:

Y: Nikki!!! ANSWER ASAP

It's not 30 seconds before she answers

N: what?
Y: im in this room in the cabin and there's a shooting downstairs!!!
N: omg Y/N!! call 911!!!
Y: good idea im on it!!!

You dial 911 but know you have to talk quietly.

911: 911 what is your emergency?
Y: There's a shooting in the cabin I'm in!
911: Please give us an address and are you in a safe place? Who else is in the cabin?
Y: 2464 westburrow lane 67825 badlands California. And yes I am in a secret room. My boyfriend Dylan O'brien and his Ex Britt.
911: We are sending out police cars. Would you like us to send you to a number that you can talk to to stay calm?
Y: No thank you. I'm gonna try to be quiet so no one finds me.
911: Okay ma'am. Stay safe and they shall be there in about 10 minutes.

You hang up the phone.

You're thinking about whether you should go downstairs or not. You're worried about Dylan. Wait! You have a thought.

It's Britt shooting.

Of jealousy.

You grab your phone, get up, and head for the door.