A Match Made in Hell

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"Fuck!" I curse to myself, giving myself the opportunity to scream as loud as possible since nobody else is in here. Just me.

I dab the cloth gently on my nose, making it burn unnecessarily painfully. Hell, I could start crying because of how much it burns.

My back hurts so badly. I can see the cut, but I can't reach it. It's got to dry on its own eventually, there's nothing else I can do.

I could ask Zachary to do it for me. What would Zachary say if I asked him to do it for me? Would he even agree?

Nevertheless, there was no way I was asking him. There is no fucking way in hell Zachary will find out about this.

And it makes me feel guilty, knowing he's smarter than me and figure it out eventually in the next few days. There's nothing wrong with hoping he doesn't, though.

I want to tell him. I want to tell someone so fucking badly but I'll never hurt Zak like that. He doesn't have to know, I don't want him to know, I just want to let it out.

Zak. My poor Zachary. The amount of shit he's been through, and he's only sixteen. He's sixteen, still a kid.

He's older than me, and has also experienced what I've been through, just perhaps like 20 times worse, or more.

And he doesn't deserve any of it. Such a pure soul, a heart of gold, but people don't see it.

They never care about what's inside, always say something about what they see on the outside. And they're judgements are not accurate for more than half the time.

And holy shit, I'm confused by my own words, because there is absolutely nothing wrong with what's on the outside. He's got no fucking flaws, the sweetest laugh and the kindest smile. People are so unreasonable.

I just hope that one day. Everybody will see him the way I see him. I hope that one day, he gets all the love and happiness he deserves and much more, because he deserves this entire universe.

He deserves this whole world and more, but the world doesn't deserve him.

I hope he gets some peace in his life. Happiness and light. The peace that he's been fighting for for so long. He deserves all that and much more.

And I wish I'd man up one day to give him all that. I wish I could magically just kill all these motherfuckers and run away with him.

Hell, I'd leave him alone and never talk to him again if that's what he'd want me to do. I love him, so fucking much, I would respect all his decisions and obey all his orders.

He fucking owns me. I'm all his, he gets to control me if he fucking feels like it. I'd have him brutally murder me if that's what made him happy.

Because he? He means more than all 8 billion people in the world to me. That's how fucking precious he is, that's how much I admire him. He's like a dream come true, even looking at him for a split second feels like a gift from god.

And I'm so fucking inlove with him, I'd kill for him. I'd die for him.

I suddenly jolt from my place when I hear the door open and shut, footsteps entering the room and wandering around for about 15 seconds.

"Aiden?" Zak calls out, his footsteps eventually getting faster as he runs around the place, calling out my name.

"Aiden?" He calls out once again, trying to open the bathroom door but immediately pausing when he sees it's locked.

Yeah, and this is how he's going to fucking find out.

"Aiden, are you in there?" He lowers his voice, barely above a whisper now. Why's he speaking quietly? I think this is the first time he's ever arrived without losing his shit and starting to yell at me.