♥︎𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤♥︎ {Skephalo}

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.・。.・゜✭𝚉𝚊𝚔'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅✫・゜・。.

It's been a week and Bad hasn't come to school nor answered any of anyone's text or calls. I started to get extremely worried, not being able to focus on anything. That caught the attention of Miss Steph, who seemed worried about my unusual behaviour this past week. "Uh hey Zak? Do you mind staying back for a few minutes?" She asks as everyone else made their way to their next classes. I nod slightly before walking towards her desk where she was seating.

"You have been acting pretty down lately, does this have anything to do with Bad's sudden absence?" She asks, titling her head in concern. I nod once again, pulling out my whiteboard that I have been carrying around again. It feels so weird writing everything down again. I miss having Bad right by my side all the time. I'm getting kind of clingy-

"I haven't heard from him since this Monday." I write down, turning it around to show her. It's true, we went to the movies on Monday and now it's Friday. "Well, just to let you know by what his father has told me he is perfectly fine physically." She informs me with a sympathetic smile. Relief hits me like a bus when I heard Bad was ok. I was starting to think he got kidnapped or something since he just disappeared that night. He must have walked home- but why didn't he just ask me for a ride?

"Thank you for telling me, that really made me feel better." I write with a smile, earning a smile back from her. And with that I walk out of the room to my locker. I make it to my locker to see everyone at Red's. Red's locker is right beside mine, so it makes sense that everyone decided to talk around there before our next classes.

"Hey, Zak!" Clay greets me with a small wave and a forced bright smile. They were all pretty worried about Bad as well. "Have you heard from him yet?" I write, knowing we have all been trying to call and text him everyday all day since he disappeared. "No-" George said looking down at his feet, hating to be the one to break it to me. I sigh in defeat and worry. What could have happened that he would just disappear like this?

That's when I decided right then and there that I was just going to go see him. I quickly sprint away, dodging the crowds of students as I heard my friends voices get farther and farther away. I finally get to my car and pull out of the parking lot, not caring that I'm just leaving school without any warning. 

I sat there anxiously, trying not to speed even though I wanted to get there as fast as possible. Will he even want to talk to me? Why else would he just run away like that?

I tried not to second guess myself as I pulled up to his house. I quickly park on the street in front of his house and get out, hastily running up the front porch stairs. It was only seconds until the door opened to reveal a tall brunet man, Bad's dad. "Zak? Shouldn't you be at school?" He asks in surprise. "Is Bad home?" I quickly write, avoiding his question all together. I watched as he tried to form my messy writing into actual words. My heart beating rapidly as I hoped he'd let me in to see him.

"About that, uh I don't think he's in the right state to be seeing people." Bad's dad explains. I raise my eyebrow in confusion, hoping that'll be enough of a response for him to continue. "He's uh- not feeling the best right now." He adds. "Like sick?" I write. "Yes, but less physically." He explains briefly. "Can I please see him?" I write, hoping that'll be enough persuasion for him to let me in.

"I don't know-" "please!" I sign, cutting him off. He widens his eyes at the sight of me signing. I watch as his serious expression turns into a sympathetic one. "Ok, not for long though. I don't even know if he's awake-" He starts, but I cut him off once again with a big hug in excitement, which catches him a bit by surprise. He steps out of the way for me to enter.

Knowing exactly where his room is I quickly bolt up the stairs, making a sharp right as I reach the top. My footsteps were loud and heavy as I ran down the hall, getting to his room in a matter of seconds. I was going to burst through the door but then I realized what if he's changing or something. I push down that thought as I knock on the door, firmly but calmly. "Yeah?" A voice yells weakly on the other side of the door.

I take that as my signal to enter, and softly push open the door. I open it to reveal Bad laying in his bed; hair extremely unkept, huge bags under his eyes, his face drained of colour. He looked dead. What could have made him like this?

"Zak?" He blurts out in surprise. I smile slightly, giving him a little wave as I walk over to him. I take a seat on his bed, placing my whiteboard beside me. I watch as he watches my actions silently. "What happened?" I ask, finally able to sign and someone actually understand me again. He doesn't answer he just looks down at his lap as he shifts a bit to sit beside me on the edge of his bed.

He looks down at my hand, staring intently at the "zero" marked on it. His eyes soften as he realizes it hasn't changed. "What happened?" I repeat, making him look up at me. "I'm not in the best mind set at the moment." He explains, looking down at his hands that laid in his lap. "It's pathetic, I know-" I cut him off by grabbing his hands in mine. I couldn't just sit there and listen to him talk that negatively about himself.

He looks up at me, cheeks a slight shade of pink as we make eye contact. I shake my head "no" as I reach over for my whiteboard. What I wanted to tell him had to be written. "Stop talking negatively about yourself, it is not pathetic to have bad thoughts." I write, placing the board on his lap for him to read. Once he finished reading which was at least a couple seconds later he looks back up at me. "Thanks, Zak." He thanks me with a smile, his voice calm and weak. I missed his smile.

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