You're the Only One...Aren't You?

Chapter 3: "Death To Your Heart"
[Part 3/3]
[Dahvie's P.O.V]

The last thing I could remember was falling asleep next to Jayy. My dream was a bit patchy, but I still remembered it pretty well - I went over the dream once more, as I layed in the dark room on my bed. Savannah wasn't there this time, and it was only Jayy and I. The setting was completely different - this time we were in a hospital room, and I was curled up to the right siderail of the bed. I blinked my eyes a few times, my vision still slightly blurry, but eventually it cleared up and I was facing a window with the curtains opened, the sun illuminating the room. We had been trusted with the window actually open as well, and there was a small robin bird sitting in the window sill. It chirped happily a few times, hopping around, then took off into the beautiful cloudless blue sky. I turned slowly in my bed - it hurt to move, but I did it - and just stared at the empty bed next to mine. They were the only two beds in the tiny room, and the only other furniture that fit in the room was a small dresser inbetween the 2 beds and a few chairs along the walls on the sides of the beds. I felt like I was missing something; that I was incomplete, and I couldn't help but think of Jayy. My heart suddenly hurt, as if it was trying to tell me something, and the doctor walked in quietly. "Ah," he said, smiling faintly, "Glad to see you're awake, Mr. Vanity. I'm sorry about your injuries, and your friend...that's always a scarring occurance." I just blankly stared at him, not knowing what he was going on about - and I'm sure I didn't want to know. "What friend," I asked weakly, still feeling a bit of pain, "and what happened?" He had been looking down at the clipboard, marking things, and looked up at me. His left eyebrow was arched at me, and his body language gave off a bit of worry. "You don't remember," he said, "what happened to Mr. Monroe, was it...?" When he said Monroe, I sat up fast, not even acknowledging the pain that shot through my body - I didn't care about myself, I wanted to know what happened to Jayy, and I wanted to know NOW.

"Well," the doctor started quietly, "Mr. Monroe seemed to have crossed paths with a Savannah McLaughlin; you know her as Savannah Savage, correct?" My jaw dropped and I didn't know what to say. "Yeah," I replied finally, my voice shaky and weak, "She's my ex girlfriend." He shook his head slowly. "I apologize for that. It seems she lost her sanity for her to do something so violent. She's never had a record before or anything. Jayy's recovering quickly - he said you probably wouldn't want to leave his side, but when the paramedics got to you, they noticed you were injured as well. It seems she put deep wounds into your sides and back, and with any more injuries you would have lost too much blood. I would be glad he had his cell phone on him to call the police, if I were you," he stated, walking over and setting the clipboard on the rack at the end of the hospital bed. "Am I all right to get up," I asked almost silently, and the doctor nodded. He added, "You were already stitched up, but exhausted, so you slept most of the injuries off - that might be part of the reason you have any pain, if you do." I smiled a bit and slowly got out of bed, and then sighed softly because I saw I was in a patient gown. Just great...

I finally got to the hospital "cafeteria", and found Jayy sitting at a table eating some waffles. Of course he would eat waffles - I couldn't help but smile as I walked over to him and sat down across the table. He grinned at me and pushed a small separate plate of waffles over to me. I took it and dug in, hungrier than I'd ever been before - I figured I'd been asleep for days in that bed. "Dahvie," I heard Jayy ask quietly, and I looked up at him. "What is it, Jayy?" He smiled happily, and I saw what seemed like care and kindness in his eyes. "Listen...I'm sorry about everything that happened...I'm just glad we're both still alive, and I wanted to tell you something. I've been holding it back for a while, because I knew how you'd react to it - or at least, I thought I knew." I nodded a bit and took another bite of waffle, chewing and swallowing it. "What's up," I asked, taking a drink of the milk Jayy had. "Dahvie...I...I um," he paused a long moment, looking down at the table, then he finally looked up at me, finishing his sentence, "I'm in love with you. A lot." He was completely serious, and there was no denying it. Jayy truly meant it.

I had woken up after that, my face burried in the pillow. I had rolled over, and was now laying on my back staring into the darkness above me and around the room. Jayy had left me again. Once more, he left me for something or someone better. That's when I heard the house phone ringing, and I got up slowly off the bed. I made my way through the pitch black darkness to the door of my room, finding the doorknob finally and twisting it, then pulling it open. I walked down the long hallway, feeling empty inside, and picked up the phone as I reached the kitchen counter. I read the name on the screen, and I nearly dropped the phone. I clicked talk and put the phone to my ear, saying tiredly, "Hello...?" Jayy's voice was on the other end, and you could definitely tell he was drunk. "Hey Dahvie, I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive. I'm hanging out with a friend right now, and I'm staying the night here - neither of us are in driving condition," he said, sounding pretty happy. I wanted to hang up on him so badly. I didn't know why, but I felt so jealous - so envious that he was hanging out with someone else. "He's just a friend," I mentally reminded myself, "and he'll never be anything more." I didn't realize I had paused for so long, but I said, "All right. I'll talk to you tomorrow then," and quickly hung up before he could ask me if I was okay. I knew my voice had sounded hurt or irritated, or hell, maybe both - but I couldn't hide it; Jayy always knew when I was upset, whether he was drunk or not. I set the phone on the counter and then moved over to the small couch a few feet away, sitting down on it.

I turned on the TV, and decided to stay up all night. There was nothing else to do, so I turned it on to the music channel. "Titanium" by David Guetta [ft. Sia] was on. I started to sing along quietly, especially to the part that I felt fit me at that moment. "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose...Fire away, fire away...Ricochet, you take your aim...Fire away, Fire away...You shoot me down, but I won't fall...I am titanium...You shoot me down, but I won't fall...I am titanium," I sang along quietly to the chorus, and couldn't help but think of Jayy. I felt like he was trying to shoot me down - and I felt like I was trying not to fall. "Why do I care," I thought, "He can have as many friends or lovers as he wants. He could get married - I'd be happy for him. He's not mine, and I don't even like him like that. He's my brother and best friend, nothing more. But why do I feel so jealous then...? Is it because he's hanging out with Garrett...?" I sighed, turning off the TV, and walked down the long hallway into Jayy's room, flicking on the light. I walked over and sat at the computer and went through my personal emails, and then the fan emails, replying to as many as I could. There was a lot of thank yous, and that at least made me feel a little better and took my mind off of Jayy, at least until they were mentioning Jayy in the emails. I logged out of the emails and closed it, and when I did, it exited to the computer background. Jayy had a picture of us together as his background - but it wasn't just any picture we've taken together. It was the one of us kissing, off stage. I blinked a few times, staring at it...my jaw was slightly open in shock, because I wasn't expecting his background to be of us, let alone of us kissing.

I stood up and turned off the computer screen, turning around to walk out, but I froze. I saw picture frames on his desk by the door to his room, and they were of us mostly, some of Sally and Andrew together, some of Jayy and Sally together, and some of Andrew and Jayy together. But the 2 that stood out the most was Jayy and I, all the way from the Crunk Kids tour to the Fight To Unite Tour, all of the years we'd spent together. I really missed Jayy suddenly... I started to think that maybe my dreams were trying to tell me something, as I turned off the light and walked out of Jayy's room, closing the door behind me. I headed out to the living room and froze in my tracks; someone was sitting on the couch, and it definitely wasn't Jayy. I suddenly recognized the silhouette as it turned to face me.

"Hello, Dahvie," I heard a familiar female voice say. Savannah.