When Your World is Washed Away

When Your World is Washed Away - Chapter 3

When Your World is Washed Away - Chapter 3

A scratchy voice broke the silence,

"I-I want to help."

I was so startled, who was talking? Why do they want to help? I have never heard that voice before. Why would some stranger want to help me?

I finally looked up to find those same broken, dark green eyes I had grown to love. Woah wait a second.... love?! What the heck is going on here? I just met him yesterday for God's sake!!

Woah... wait another second...

He spoke.

Zack just talked to me, like, with words.

I was lost on this one.

Should I reply? Should I call a nurse? Should I hug him?

Hug him?! What is wrong with me today!!!

So... he wants to help me... but why?

Oh ya, I forgot, I just finished bawling my eyes out right in front of him. I am so out of it today.

I snapped out of my daze when Zack snapped his fingers in my face.

Rude much?! Well I guess I deserved it, I left him sitting there awkwardly for how long now? 5 minutes? Time to break the silence.

"Zack, I want to help you too. If you tell me... I'll tell you?"

I nervously held my little finger up and he wrapped his around mine, giving me a reassuring smile, even though his eyes were as unsure as I felt.

Little did I know what I had just done, and how much value that moment held.

Smiling up at him, I released his pinky in favour of clasping his hands in mine, where should I begin?

"I-It's my fault... all my fault..." I began tears escaping now matter how hard I tried to hold them back, but I didn't get any farther than that.

The door burst open to reveal John. He looked slightly alarmed, his hair was sticking up in ways I didn't think was possible, and his eyes kept darting around the room, even though there wasn't anything to see.

He finally spoke,

"Lil, your Dad, he just woke up, you want to come see him?"

"You just don't get it do you. That man, THAT MAN IS NOT MY FATHER!! N-not anymore. He's gone, don't you get it? 'Cause I sure don't, but he's not Daddy, h-he's not. I can't even vivit him without pretending I'm volunteering because of the stupid police! It's all my fault, and people trying to help only made it worse. I've lost everything. EVERYTHING! Everything I ever cared about, everything I ever thought about, everything I ever knew, everything I ever loved! GONE. GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE!! It's. All. Gone."

I was choking on tears when I collapsed to the ground, even though i didn't remember standing up. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, but I was long gone, just like everything else. The darkness around the edges of my vision spread, engulfing me in total darkness. The las thing I saw before succumbing to the dark abyss was the worried faces of Zack and John looking down at me, but each of their gazes told me different things.

John's gaze was judgemental and pitying, the same way I looked at the patients in this hell they call a mental institute,the same way I look at my father. I should be the one locked in a room, not Daddy, not Zack. In most ways, I was no better than John, I judged and assumed things, I thought I was better than any of the people in this building, when in reality, they were all better than me. John's gaze was typical of human nature, a look pretty much every sane person would give a girl like me.

But sometimes, insanity is exactly what you need. Zack's gaze was innocent and pure, no judgements were made on his part other than how he could help. He wanted to help me, and believed that he could, he didn't give up on me, why did he do this? Because he's insane. He understood, and sometimes, that's all you need. A little insanity is humbling, John's pride prevented him from truly being able to help, it's human nature to have an ego, and that's why no one could help me. But Zack, he didn't have pride, and his human nature wasn't all there either.

So maybe, just maybe, Zack could help.

Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for me after all.

Maybe there was a reason to live.

My reason was Zack.

I could see, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Literally, I was waking up.

The light came back into my vision and my eyes flickered open.

I was in Zack's lap and he was holding me against him while John held a cold cloth to my forehead.

"Sorry Lil, I'm so sorry, but maybe you should stay the night."

But it didn't matter, he didn't need to apologize. I had found a reason, and Zack was my reason, so I sat up and attempted to swallow Zack with my arms. I guess, I had been a bit to forceful, because he ended up sprawled on the floor of the padded cell with me on top of him. I felt him gasp underneath me as I rolled off him and turned to nod at John. He smiled in return and left the room, closing the door behind him.

At first I thought John had told me to stay the night because he thought I wasn't in condition to walk home after passing out, but now I realised the real reason. He knew I was broken.

I was long past gone, and had been for a while now, I wasn't the same old Lily who used to play with Kyle on the beach. Or the Lily who ripped her jeans, even though she knew her mother wouldn't approve. I wasn't the Lily who laughed and smiled.

I am Lily Anderson, and I am legally insane.

The thought made me so frustarted so angry, that I stood up and punched the wall.

Punch. Scream. Pause. Repeat.

This went on for a while before I felt two arms snake around my waist and lift me off the ground. I let Zack lead me to the other side of the room where he sat down, and placed me on his lap.

He looked at me questioningly, and I knew instantly what he meant, so I started again, this time, right from the beginning.

"It all started about a year ago..."

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A/N

FIRST CLIFFHANGER I'VE EVER WRITTEN!!! WOOO!!!!!!

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I just had to, and I'm sorry, but you'll find out soon enough. Just not too soon... ;)

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Careful, steal it and he'll fluck ur chicken's children up!!! So ya, I'm ending my weirdness here.

Or here.

Or here.

Or wait... right about... HERE.

The lesson: Don't have sex with llamas... ever.