Exit Wounds | The Script

I will take whatever it takes

*Willows POV*

I walk back into the house and and the vibrating music drums through my ears deafening them. I try to scan the room for Danny. Where is he? My feet are rubbed raw from my stupid black heels. I pull them off and lope them over my arm, the straps dangling in the air.

Around me people are wasted and blearily drunk. Girls are hanging onto guys for support and the guys are dancing around crazily. I shudder just thinking about the effect which drinking can impose on you.

Don't copy what Noah did, drinking can kill you, I think to myself as I pass a couple frantically making out on the bottom of the stairs.

I can't find Danny anywhere and I begin to get impatient. Why isn't he looking for me? Does he still care about me? I guiltily push my insecure questions down and give the room one final scan.

I suddenly see him. He's dancing with Mark and these random group of girls whilst swigging down drink.

I walk over to him.

"Hey," I say curtly. Danny turns around and sees me standing next to me.

"Willowwww! Babe I've been looking for you everywhere!" The drink is evident in the way his voice slurs when he talks to me. He reaches for my face and pulls me close and kisses me full on. He tastes of drink and his roughly shaved chin rubs against mine. I pull away, grimacing at the taste of drink which now lingers in my mouth.

"Come'on Dan lets go home." I pull his arm. I want to get out of this place. Away from loud music and petty girls who only care about getting off with randomers.

"Aww.." Danny moans but lets me lead him away. His legs are wobbly and I have to heave his arm over my shoulder to support him.

"Bye beaaautiful Willow and Dan da man!" Glen shouts and Mark blows me a kiss.

"See'ya later," I say and pull Danny along with me.

"G'bye mateys!" Danny blows Mark and Glen a kiss and I can't help from laughing a little bit even though I am still faintly annoyed with him.

"I'm driving." I say abruptly, beckoning him to hand over the keys. Even though he is completely full of drink he obeys me and hands them over. We set off into the inky darkness.

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I open my eyes to see the luminous red alarm clock shining the numbers of 9.30am. Im lying on the edge of the bed with the duvet tightly wrapped around me. I look across at Danny. He's still fast asleep and his hair is stuck at right angles and is in cute little boy tufts. He's still wearing his black skinny jeans from last night, but with his bare chest; he literally walked into the house last night and went straight to bed.

I silently slide out of bed and walk to the kitchen to make myself a cuppa. I'm dying for a brew.

Memories come flooding back to me as soon as a flick the switch of the kettle on. Alcohol, party, worry, Noah. Thoughts of Noah haunt my mind, what would he do if he saw his little sister following in the same footsteps as him? He would be upset and bewildered. I'm so angry at myself for even turning up to that stupid party all along. It was a stupid idea, one which I never should have agreed too.

I grab the tea bag holder and make two steaming cups of tea, placing them on the tray and carrying them back to the bedroom.

"Morning." I drop a light kiss on Dannys forehead and his eyes flutter open.

"Ugh I feel like shit, my head is pounding and it feels like I've eaten sawdust or something, ughhh. Willow what even happened last night?" Danny moans sleepily whilst trying to snuggle back under the bedcovers.

"You drank." I said shortly and plump the pillows up and rest them against the bedrest so we can both sit up and enjoy our tea.

"Yeah, thought so. Did you?" Dans sleepy eyes turn so his intent chocolate brown gaze is fixed upon me.

"Uhm no." I say.

I pass him the mug of steaming tea and his face brightens considerably,

"Thanks beaut," Danny shuffles his back up to rest on the bed rest next to me, wincing all the same at his headache.

"You might want some aspirin or painkillers or something Dan," I say looking as his pained face.

"I'll get some in a bit," he lazily stretches out his legs and shakes his head to try and wake himself up.

We sip out tea in silence. I awkwardly squirm my legs under the covers and grip my mug tightly. I hate being like this with him.

"Willow..." Danny ponders quietly.

"Yes?" I look down into my tea and gulp down another mouthful.

"Whats up?" He can obviously sense that I'm not being my normal self with him and I can feel his eyes penetrating into the side of my face, he's asking for something which I can't give him.

"Nothing." I reply shortly and I'm surprised at how sharp my tone of voice is towards him.

"Willow.." Dan says gently which makes my insides curl. I can't tell him what I feel, he won't understand...

"Tell me what is up Willow," even though Danny is tired and full of hangover, he wants to know. His direct statement makes me feel safe for some strange reason because I know that he cares for me.

I stay silent for a few minutes and Dannys hand rests on mine before I finally blurt out,

"It's just.. Well.... I just couldn't cope with last night.. Just the atmosphere, the smell, the.. well everything just reminded me of.. Well.." My eyes well up just thinking about what I am trying to say. It's hard to put into words, no one understands me.

"Noah?" Danny says comfortingly with a questioning edge to his voice.

I just nod my head in fear of opening my mouth to talk but instead crying in front of him. I try to swallow my tears down and explain exactly how I'm feeling.

"Yeah," I manage to mumble and Dan squeezes my hand.

"It's just I didn't feel it was right being at that party. It was unnatural, it just strongly gave me memories of what happened. I guess it brought the past back to me when I wasn't ready for it. Just smelling that familiar smell of whiskey reminded me of what he used to drink behind our backs." I can't say his name. I can't. I can't.

The pain is beginning to seize me again as I attempt to put into words how exactly I really felt.

"I felt isolated. Clumsy. And unwanted I guess at the party. I mean it was probably because I have never been in that situation before and I wasn't used to it all..." My words are coming jumbled and clumsy and I dig my nails into my hands with embarrassment. God what is wrong with me?

"Will... I can understand.." Danny tried to reassure me.

"Last night made me really think Danny. It made me realise and remember things which I had never knew I even knew, if that makes any sense." Danny nods his head, his chocolate eyes filled with understanding and concern. By now my tea has gone cold and I'm just holding a half empty mug of tea in my hands. I shakily place the mug on the bedside table.

"Danny what I want to know is what really happened to Noah. The question that still haunts me mind is who killed Noah on the 21st October 2004." My voice is full of emotion, anger but most of all determination. I will unravel this whatever it takes. I need to stay strong and do this. Not just for myself but also for Noah. I want to make him proud.

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