Rented for her||Dylan O'Brien||

Help

Dylan;;

David and Sheila, he thinks that's her name, sigh simultaneously. It's the only sound in the room; it's filled with awkward silence. He doesn't really know what happened but he thinks it might be a part of why he's here in the first place. Dylan looks around and takes notice of the abandoned bowl of soup that the girl, Skylar, had never got around to eating. Clearing his throat, Dylan stood up and gestured towards the bowl with his hand before nodding towards the direction where she had run off to. "Uhm, can I..you know..?" His question didn't make sense but they seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Yes, please." David nodded at him and for the first time, the boy noticed how tired he looked. The way that Dylan would use to describe it is defeated. It makes him wonder how much he's been worrying about his daughter and for how long. The pressure to be a good father and help much be overwhelming, but he's trying everything he can think of. Nothing seems to be working though. The more he thought about it, the more it made him want to help. To fix this broken girl. Dylan felt a sudden determination grow in his chest and with that, he picked up the bowl and headed up the stairs.

Dylan knocked softly on the only closed bedroom door, besides his of course, and waited for her to answer. He wasn't expecting her to at all; he imagined having to beg for her to open up, but it was a little over dramatic. The doorknob slowly twisted and the door opened to reveal the definition of dejected. Skylar (he'll have to get used to calling her that) had taken her hair out of a bun and it was now draping across her shoulders, partly covering one teary brown eye. His heart literally hurt for her. Dylan couldn't even imagine losing his mom and suddenly having to move into new life style at the same time.

"I,uh, brought you this," He held up the bowl to show her before continuing, "I thought you still might be hungry. You didn't eat much." The boy offered her a small smile and held out the soup for her to take. She looked at him for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity because of the intensity. Suddenly, her expression changed from analyzing to grateful. She opened the door wider and stepped aside for him to come in.

"Thank you," She said shyly, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear and sniffing a little. Dylan nodded and looked around her room. The first things he noticed were the huge words on the wall beside her bed. The words , 'I love you', were made up of tons of pictures of people, pets, places, and just anything really. All around the words, lights hung on the wall underneath white drapery above the bed. The walls were some sort of maroon-brown and it seemed to match the décor perfectly. Everything gave the room a cozy and comforting feeling.

Barely realizing that he was still holding the bowl, Dylan quickly set it down on the nightstand beside her bed. He felt his cheeks heat up and hoped that the dimness of the room would hide it. Fortunately, it did. Skylar sat on her bed with a slightly sad smile and patted the spot beside her for him to sit down. "I had a lot of free time to myself." She said softly, looking around the room. There was perfect paintings on almost every wall. On one, there was the silhouette of a tree with no leaves with two birds sitting on one branch. The wall opposite of the bed was covered in words painted in black;

When I'm cold at night

I imagine how warm you would feel lying next to me

I imagine my blankets are your arms but instead

I'm alone with only these thoughts

And it's a tragedy

They sat there for a while in comfortable silence, but he was the first to speak. "Hey, I was thinking-you know, since we're gonna be spending a lot of time together.. we should, I don't know, make sure both of us are okay with it. I am, I would love to help you but I don't want to force you to open up." He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the bottom of his grey jacket. He felt like it'd be to pressuring to look directly at her. The boy heard a small yet determined sigh followed by a barely audible whisper, "Okay." He smiled and finally met her gaze, her eyes swirling with despair, loneliness, confusion, and hope.

((Credit to the owner for the poem!))