Nauseous - Skephalo

C O V E R U P - C H A P T E R T W E L E V E

TW: Mentions of self-harm, child abuse.

~~~ZAK'S POV~~~

I wake up, the cold tiles of the bathroom floor pressing against my face. I groan in pain as I move my left arm in a position to push myself upright, regretting my decision to use the arm I cut last night.

'I feel like I'm forgetting something... But what?'

'You idiot. You really don't remember your promise to Vincent?'

'What promise?'

'Of course you don't remember. You promised to show Vincent your arms tomorrow.'

'Wait, you're right! How am I supposed to hide my cuts?!'

'Of course I'm right. '

I try desperately to think of a solution to my problem, and then it hits me. There's these bandages made for covering up flaws and scars on your skin at the store. But how am I supposed to be able to afford them? I have no money.

'Well, we both know what you have to do. It's the only thing you can do.'

'No, you can't possibly be saying that I should...'

'I am. You have to steal the money from your parents.'

'No! I would get beat and-'

'If you don't, Vincent will find you out. You don't know what he'd do with the information.'

'But-'

'No buts. Do you want to be found out?'

'Well, no, but-'

'Then you know what you have to do.'

'Fine. I guess you're right.'

'As I said, I'm always right.'

I roll my eyes and get up the rest of the way, using the counter to help me up. I look at the ground, some of the blood had splattered off of the towel, but it would be a quick thing to clean up. I sigh, and pick up the towel, using it to clean up the rest of the blood as well. I pick up my blade, running it under warm water to clean it off and dried it with the towel. Pulling up my left sleeve with a wince, I pause for a moment before running it under the water as well and scrubbing the dried blood off of it. My body screamed in pain at me for doing so, but I continued to do it until I was finished, then dried my arm off as well. I place my blade and the towel under the counter, not bothering to put the towel in the dirty clothes basket. I unlock the door and walk into my bedroom, scurrying over to my closet to find a new outfit for today. I shrug, not really caring what I wear, and grab a pair of black jeans, a white long-sleeve shirt and a red hoodie. I change, throwing the old, blood-stained clothes into my dirty clothes basket. I sit on my bed, thinking up a plan of how to steal the money and sneak out. 

Timeskip-

After I had everything planned out, I stood up from my spot on my bed and trudged over to my door, taking a deep breath before unlocking and slowly opening it. I tiptoe out and slowly walk over to the stairs, peeking down them and into the living room, and find, to my relief, my dad on the couch, fast asleep. I quickly walk over to the door to my parent's room, opening it as quietly as possible before stepping inside and making sure my mom wasn't home, which as always, she wasn't. I sigh and walk over to the nightstand on my dad's side of the bed before pulling open the drawer and rummaging through it, trying to find his wallet. I find it and grab it, pulling it out of the drawer and using the sunlight coming in from the window to find the money I needed. I figured it'd be better to bring too much rather than too little, so I grab out two twenties and a ten, so it'd seem less suspicious when I bought the bandages at the store, and put the wallet back in the drawer, closing it softly. Stuffing the money into the pocket of my jeans, I walk out of the room before making my way over the stairs and peeking down them again to make sure my dad was still asleep on the couch. He was.  I let out a sigh of relief before remembering this was the hard part. Getting out of my house without waking him up. I tiptoe down the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible. When I reached the first floor, I quietly made my way over to the door and unlock and open it slowly before walking out and shutting it behind me. I couldn't lock it again because I had forgotten my keys.