From Knives to Pens

From Knives to Pens - Chapter 6

A/N: Thank you everyone that is reading this! I know I've said this before but I really do appreciate every read! Thank you for the votes and comments it really does make a difference and helps me to keep writing. For any of you who decided to skip the last chapter because I warned you of some upsetting content, here is a short summary of the last chapter:

Willow and Zack have an argument after Zack admits to her that he punched his bully in the face at school. She tries to talking to him about it but he locks himself away in his room. Willow's Mum comes out of her rooom, awoken by Willow and Zack and she sees Willow's cuts and bruises. Willow's Mum cleans them up and bandages her ribs for her. When Willow brings up the depression her Mum is suffering from her Mum freezes up and hides away again. Frustrated, Willow goes back to her room and she goes to the only thing that gives her comfort in times like these. Cutting. This is when Willow reveals her dark past. She used to cut to deal with the bullying and she once cut too deep and had to have a  blood transfusion.Zack then comes in and sees her with her blades, which makes him even more angry with her. At the end of the chapter they end up letting their emotions free with each other.

This chapter is one of my favourites and I hope you like it. Please tell me if you find any mistakes. Ciara x

Chapter 6 Willow’s P.O.V:

Eventually me and Zack both fall asleep. We sat up all night holding each other, letting our tears fall free. At least Zack and I are talking again.

I wake up and see Zack still curled up next to me. I smile and carefully get up so as not to wake him. I look at the time. Its 7:00; time to get dressed for school. Oh crap school! The thought of it makes me want to crawl back into bed and hide.

It takes all my courage to pull out a pair of black jeans and another Black Veil Brides t-shirt from my wardrobe. I take one look at the sleeping Zack before leaving for the bathroom. I get into the shower and silently thank Mum for using waterproof bandages on my ribs.

I’m forced to leave the comfort of the shower when the water runs cold and carefully get dressed. I still feel incredibly sore.  

Once dressed, I apply makeup as usual. I try not to look too closely at my reflection but I can’t help but catch glimpses of it. I look pasty and paler than usual. My cuts look terrible and so do my bruises. It’s going to take all my courage to go out that front door. Nerves settle in my stomach. I feel like screaming in frustration. Life is unfair.

I leave the bathroom and go back to my bedroom. Zack’s still asleep on my bed and I hate to wake him but he needs to get ready.

“Zack wake up. We’re going to be late.” I shake his shoulders. He groans and rolls over, still asleep. I groan. “Zack come on! Wake up!”

“In a minute.” He groans in reply. I know it’s the best I’m going to get so I pick up my bag and leave the room. When I get downstairs I’m alone. Mum’s still in bed obviously.

I’m starving so I pick up an apple from the fruit bowl and begin to eat it. Zack comes down a few minutes later. He flops at the table and moans.

“I’m so tired.” He mumbles. I just put his bowl and a box of cereal in front of him. Slowly he begins to pour the cereal into the bowl and I just watch him silently. He pours milk on and then looks at me.

“What?” He asks, catching me watching him. I just shrug and chuck my apple core away. I leave him alone in the kitchen and sit on the sofa. I have to talk to him about the concert soon or I’m not going to be able to.

While I wait for Zack I check my phone. I’m surprised to see that I have a missed call. No one ever calls me or even has my number. I see the number and I remember. Shoot. I didn’t go to work last night.