I guess Love Can Really Kill. (Skephalo love)

Chapter Two: What are we going to do, Zak?

Zak's Pov:

"I, um uh.." I stutter a bit. 'Should I tell him? He is my only ho-" I was cut off out of my thoughts by Vincent. "ZAK, WHO!" I was taken aback a bit. 'I have to answer hi-' I was cut out of my thoughts once again, by another yell from Vincent. "ZAK WH-" "DARRYL OK?! I'm gay. I know, hate me all you want." I shout at him, cutting him off. The screams of silence filled the air, uncomfortable screams of silence.

"Zak, I don't hate you.. I'm gay myself." I hear Vincent whisper. "Please don't tell him Vincent, I'm begging you!" I begged. That was the only thing I was going to choke out right now other than my sobs. The call drops silent once again, this time it was a.. comfortable silence. "Zak. I'm not going to tell him, but you have to tell him soon, you could die!" "I know.. Just not yet ok?"

'Will there ever be a yet?"

'Of course not! He would never love someone like you'

"Who's there..?" I whisper. 'Oh Zak, I'm just in your head, you can't get rid of me'

"Zak..? I'm here, are you ok..?" Vincent said, to me I think? "Oh! I just heard someone say something to me!" "Zak.. there's no one here other than me. What did they say?" Vincent whispered. "Oh, uh something about.." I trailed off, hesitating to say it. 'God I just need to spit it out and not be a baby!' I told myself. "Ah, Zak, you see, you are a baby, Vincent even thinks that." "SHUT UP" I scream. I heard Vincent gasp a bit. "Zak. I'm coming over whether you like it or not." "Vincent no! Plea-"

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Great. Now I have to deal with a French man for a month or even longer.

I got up from my chair and walked to the dark kitchen. 'Hmmm, What should I eat? Apple? No, oo maybe some chips!" 'Zak, Are you really going to eat those? Look how fat you are, put them back, fatty' I took down and stare at my stomach. 'That's why Darryl will never love you back. Zak, Face it, you're going to die from your Hanahaki.' "Your right." I whisper. I put the chips away and stumbled back up the stairs, into my room and lay on my bed. "Is this voice right? I mean I can't trust a voice in my head, that's crazy." 'Or is it Zak?' "SHUT UP" I scream and start to sob. 'I'm just going to go call Darryl.

Calling: Darryl

Ring.

Darryl, pick up please.

Ring.

"Hello? Zak?"

"Darryl!" I basically scream at my phone. "Zak? Are you ok?" Darryl replied with a worried expression. "Oh uh-, yeah! I didn't mean to yell. Sorry'' I said back to Darryl. 'Woah Zak, "great'' cover up.' "Oh! Ok that's good muffin! I also wanted to ask you what that was about earlier." "oh uh about that I uh-" I felt that lump in my throat again 'Oh no..' I thought to myself. I grabbed my phone and ran into the bathroom. I went to go press the mute button but I missed. I start to puke up more blood then last time. 'Oh no.. there's more..' I mumbled. "Zak?! Are you ok? What was that?! There's more of what?!" Darryl screamed but I could barely hear him over the sickening sounds of vomit.

More and more.. Blood.. Flower petals, red roses, thorns.. pain. It made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to drop dead right then and there. I felt.. Dizzy. I couldn't see straight. Tears rolling down my face. The faint screams coming from my phone. Everything went dark.

I wake up, but it's dark, really dark. The walls are dark. The floor is dark. Everything is dark. Where am I? This isn't my home.. 'Well Zak, you are right, this isn't your home.' "Who's there! Where am I?" I yell. 'Zak.. I'm just in your head. I can't tell you where you are but I can say is you're out cold.' "Out cold..? So I'm in my own.. Head?" I whisper. 'Ah, exactly Zak, What a smart boy you are.' "First of all, don't f**king call me that. Second, What do you want?" I say in a stern voice. 'Nothing in particular, but I might have some fun' "Fun..? What do you mean..?" I say with my voice now shaking. 'Oh Zaky, just wait and see.'

2 days later.

Vincent's Pov:

Ugh, finally, I'm off that cramped plane, now I just need to get my stuff, go through security and get to Zak, and quick. I walk over to the luggage area and grab my bags and stumble over to security.

30 minutes later.

I finally got through the s**t security and got my cab. I'm almost at Zak's I think.

'Boom'

"This is your stop kid" I heard the driver say. I gave him a tip and a little smile and stepped out of the car and slammed the door.

I slowly walk into the apartment complex, into the elevator. I pull out my phone to check what floor Zak lived on. 'Floor 7.' I press the 7 button and wait for the elevator to come to a stop. It came to a stop and the doors slowly opened.

'Sweak'

I walk out and pull out my phone once again to check what room number he lives in. '114' "Woah. of course it's 114" I mumble.

I walked down the hall and made it to his room. I knock on the door.

'Knock knock'

No answer.

'Knock knock'

No answer once again.

I just end up walking it. "ZAK!?" I yell through the house. No answer. I slowly walk around the house, opening doors looking for Zak. I went to open the last door.

"Zak!"

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I know this one is shorter but oh well, I hope you like the story so far! :D

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