Letters to someone

Letter Two

The day went by plain and bland with barely any fruitful flavor expect one bitter taste of Dan being cruel. Zacharie came home heart broken and sat on his bed with his misbehave with thoughts. There was a confrontation with the love letter by his possy and icy harsh words were stabbed into his heart and Dan's laughter ran through his head as Zacharie was pushed down and kicked here and there. His body was sore as was his heart. He never really did like the girls that Dan dated but it was normal for someone in love to see their crush be with someone else. He had kissed her right in front of Zacharie. His heart ached more from that part. Was it her appearance? Must have been her curvy sides and platinum blonde hair. Two things which he couldn't have at all. She was the pretty dumber blonde of course. He couldn't figure out why Dan was so interested in the other. She didn't seem like his type but then again, it's hard to actually figure out Dan's type. Whatever it was, he was sure that he couldn't make the cut at this rate because of gender. Zacharie sighed, he was not a pretty boy with all his current situation. These thoughts made his heart feel heavy and he did what he knew did best for him. A sharp object that made his skin scream with pain but there were obvious pleasures in that. He sighed and reached over on his dresser and felt around for his "special little buddy." Zacharie's finger tip pricked against the tip of the blade. He gave an empty smile at the blade as he pulled it out and pressed it against his skin. The coldness of the blade washed over his senses and the tip of the blade broke his skin making him release a pained purr. Time for some "fun" alone with himself. One for not being the person Dan needs, second for himself letting be stepped on and third is just for being himself. It took an hour or more to calm himself down. Afterwards, he peered over at his arm. Cuts were made up to his elbow and from his hips to his knee on his legs. He sighed and tried cleaning up. It felt good in the moment but now that he reflected on it, he felt even shittier. He could have stopped it but he didn't. Zacharie sighed and pressed his back against the red bathroom door that was connected to his room and slide down, laughing and crying. He's a fucking mess. He sobbed until he slept on the cold floor.

Mornings started off as usual for Dan. He loved the attention that was given to him immediately. He was in a rather wealthy part from others. Close to being considered a rich boy and was pretty much the celebrity of his town. It was mostly because his mother was the mayor. He was greeted by his neighbors as soon as he stepped out of the door and he would have his girlfriend around his arm with his friends following back. It was a nice life but it felt off. Maybe because he had that damn Zacharie as a stalker. He seemed more resistant today and left more letters than usual. All seem to be begging for attention and seemingly self loathing. It annoyed him that the other was in constant pursuit that day. He crumbled the sixth letter that day and scanned around for the albino faggot. He was easy to pick out and it was just about lunch where no one really gave a fuck on where you were. He chased after Zacharie until they reached outside near the track field with the bleachers. He grabbed Zacharie by the shoulder and slammed him against the brick wall away from the P.E class going on near by. "D-Dan?"

"What the fucking hell. Give it a break."

"What do you-"

"THIS CONSTANT STALKING." Dan growled as he gripped Zacharie's shoulders harder.

"D-Dan... That-"

"If you did truly love someone. You wouldn't stalk the fuck out of them and freak them out! This is fucking stupid. It seems like you're some sort of attention whore with following me like this. Why don't you make a damn move? Why don't you try showing affection? You're fucking pathetic! You're just a gay whore!" Dan said what was on his mind and looked at Zacharie who was bowing his head down. "Do you even read my letters?" Zacharie muttered. His heart was obviously wounded by how his voice cracked from trying to hide a sob. Dan looked at him weirdly. He had read them. They just spoke about how Zacharie's affection towards Dan and how he loved pretty much everything about- Oh.... Why the fuck did it take him so long to realize that Zacharie's letters were his first move and his affection was his words. He was thinking of physical actions and neglected the thought of Zacharie's shyness. He was snapped out of his thoughts when a tiny little sob escaped from Zacharie's mouth. "Oh shit. Zach... Zacharie."

"Don't call me by that anymore! I rather be called a gay faggot or a whore from you! Just please... Please don't say my name. It hurts, alright? I-I'm going now..." Zacharie shook his shoulders free and tried to dart for it but Dan grabbed his arm which wasn't the wisest move on Dan's part but he didn't know the physical pain of Zacharie cutting himself. Zacharie let out a pain yelped and managed to struggle free. He obviously felt some wounds reopening themselves and just ran for it. Dan stared in disbelief. He was the one in the wrong the whole time. Zacharie wasn't the stalker. Zacharie wasn't the gay faggot. Hell, he was already out of the closet while Dan stayed in hiding for hell knows how long. It's all because of his fucking pride that he broke someone's heart and now he broke his own. He could tell because he ignored his hidden lo e for Zacharie and his world seemed so cold and black since he neglected the sun to his life. He never really understood what those letters had actually meant to him until now. He cared about his fucking pride over someone's own feelings. Especially if the feeling was love. Pride or love? It should have been love over pride since love brings happiness and pride brings stress like how he was stressing over his reputation if he had loved Zacharie after those times where they were ten. He couldn't believe himself. He lied to himself all these years to hate and mock Zacharie when his true feelings were that he wanted to exchange his affection for the other. Almost like exchanging love letters. He sighed and slammed his fist on the broke wall of the school building. He sighed and notice something sticky and went on his hands. It smelled of copper and he looked at his hand that had grabbed Zacharie by the arm. It was bloody to a certain degree but it wasn't alarming. Dan looked at it dumbfounded. Where the hell did this blood come from? Then he realized that Zacharie may have done something to make him bleed and that's why he was in pain when Dan had grabbed him. His chest grew cold upon realization that Zacharie may have hurt himself for Dan's sake. He was startled beyond belief. The blood on his hand seemed like he murdered Zacharie by neglecting him of what he needed. It felt that way too. Dan was a murderer of someone's piece of mind.