When I got home from my course the next day, I had a psychology class that day and my brain was frazzled. We had had and exam type thing to show how well we could figure out a psychological diagnosis on a fake patient. I let myself into the apartment and walked through the kitchen to the living room, grabbing a cup of tea on the way. Just as I went to go into the living room, Phil stopped me. "What?" I asked, just wanting to flop down on the couch and drink my tea. "I don't think you want to go in there" I shrugged past him and entered the living room. Tom was sitting on the couch and I smiled as I saw him, maybe this day could get better. I froze when a woman leaned forward beside him. She was blonde and I could tell that she was tall and slim. She had a very large chest and tan skin. She was one of those girls that every guy wants, and every guy got if he wanted.
"Who are you?" I asked, almost rudely, it was my apartment. "I'm Regina" she replied snobbishly. "Why are you in my apartment?" I said, getting a bit fed up. "Whoa, Za, calm down, she's my girlfriend, I asked her here" butted in Tom. "Your girlfriend?" I stuttered out. He nodded and I felt rage sweep through me.
After I had let my feelings for him develop, after I had entertained the notion of maybe going out with him. After he kissed me... This is why I never trust boys; they just break my heart over and over again.
"Get out" I snapped at Regina. Something must have shown on my face because she hastened out the door. A second later I heard the front door open and close and I let out a breath. "What the hell did you do that for?" Tom yelled at me. I stormed out of the room. Everyone else had gone out, even Phil. I went into my room and locked the door, hearing Tom follow me, asking what was wrong. He pounded on the door, demanding to be let in. I ignored him and he eventually left me on my own. I opened my cupboard and grabbed my guitar.
TOMS POV
I sat down outside her door, knowing that she wouldn't let me in, but hoping that she would come out soon. I heard the gentle strumming of a guitar, I didn't know she played. Then a soft voice, singing slowly.
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny
And I can't see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by me; can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart?
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.
She finished the song, wavering on the last note, her voice breaking as I heard sobs take over her body. Then it all went silent behind the door.
ZAERAS POV
I finished the song and my body broke down into sobs. Sobs so hard they rocked my body. I hadn't done that in so long, I had been able to resist it, but now as the emotions flooded painfully through my body I felt my walls crumble and my mind give in. I grabbed my purse and reached into the slit in the inner fabric, pulling out the small blade. I pressed it into my upper thigh, breaking the skin, causing blood to flow. I repeated this action several times, each deeper than the last. I bandaged up my leg and then lay down on my bed for a while, relishing in the physical pain, using it to drown out the emotional pain.
I didn't leave my room until dinner. I put on long pajama pants and a singlet, the pants covering the big white bandage on my left thigh. I walked with a slight limp, a result of the deeper cuts I inflicted on myself.
I limped out to the kitchen to find Dan just finishing an Asian stir-fry, about the only thing he could cook. His eyes zeroed in on my limp and he sighed "again?" He asked, emotionless. I nodded, a single tear falling down my cheek. He walked over and swept me in a hug. "It's not your fault, you can't help it" he said, wiping the tears off my face before grabbing me in another hug. Phil walked in and as his eyes swept over us I could tell he knew what had happened. He said nothing; he only walked over a joined in the hug.
The dinner passed without incident but as I stood up to begin the dishes I slipped and fell over. I was fine but my pants rode up and the corner of the bandage peeked out from underneath and I heard Nathan gasp.
"Zaera, what happened?" He questioned. "Nothing, just a scratch" I replied. Yasmin walked over and saw the small corner; she looked into my eyes then slowly pulled the pant leg up more, revealing the full scale of the bandage. I heard more gasps and the Nathan cried outraged, "That is not a small scratch!"
Yasmin looked into my eyes again, and in a way only she seemed to be able to do, said slowly "Za, what happened?" I gulped, it was so hard to lie to her, to look into her eyes and tell her a mistruth. "I-I-I-I fell after school" I stuttered out, looking away from her to see five shocked faces looking down at me, and I knew I was fooling no one. Yasmin shook her head, and then peeled the bandage off, revealing the recent cuts and the scars of my older ones. I several more loud gasps and I kept up, running to my room as fast as possible, locking the door behind me. I heard a knock behind me and the Phil said "Za, let me in, I'm alone" "NO, go away" I yelled before turning and sobbing into my pillow. I heard muttering on the other side of the turn, and then the lock turned. Someone had gotten the master key and was coming in. I turned to Phil, to tell him that I just wanted to be left alone, but it wasn't Phil.
It was Tom.
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Lightning (A The Wanted fanfic)
FanfictionIf I hadn't hidden under the bleachers that day, none of this would have happened. If that storm hadn't blown over that day, everything in my life would have stayed the same. I wouldn't know Tom, I wouldn't know any of the boys, I wouldn't have gain...
