Picture Perfect (A Zak Bagans Love Story). [ Editing, and on hold. ]

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After I had scrubbed myself clean of most of the dirt and grime from today, I finally changed into something comfortable. Tank top and sweat pants. My dark hair curled around my collarbones as it slowly dried, turning its natural shade of brown again. I stood in front of the steamed mirror to the surprisingly large bathroom. I know it's a hotel but seriously, what one person needs this much space? I took it to myself to sit on the counter top of it. I took my finger and wrote in the steam. The words came out as poetry to me, although I didn't know how much it actually made sense.

The scars tell the story. Not on paper. But on the life of her.

Who she is. She may force a smile, but she is broken. You are just to dumb to see it.

She wants you to help her. To save her from her demons.

But you are blind to everything. Except your own pain.

It made sense to me. I knew what pain was. I knew how it really was to feel worthless, like the only people who actually loved you will just be taken away from you in the end. No, it wasn't fair, but it was bound to happen no matter what happened.

I pulled myself down, back on her feet. The door suddenly swung open and there he stood. The man who saved my life. The man I probably owed everything to. He saved me. He got me the help. He showed me that in hell, there can be angels. Maybe, what he really did show me is that someone might actually love, despite everything you have had to go through and crap you have had to put up with. No it wasn't fair. But he showed me that I wouldn't have to face it alone, and for that, I owed him everything.

"You alright? It's been almost an hour.." He stopped in dead silence, probably realizing the words written on the mirror. "Red, what's this?"

"N-n-nothing..." I stammered.

"Well, it looks like something."

"Fine. But it isn't important." I moved to the side where he could read the words, most have which have already began to drip from the coolin mirror. I never understood why, but I enjoyed the way the water ran down the mirror, creating streaks. Sometimes, I ran my fingers down, looking as if someone might've been killed there, (creepy metaphor but whatever).

He seemed to watch me intently, somehow fixed on my movements. I saw his reflection in the mirror and actually noticed his flawless features. Jet black hair. Raised cheekbones. Tan sling. Mysterious eyes. And I'll admit, I loved it all. He was perfect. But what did he want with me?

"Zak?"

He looked up suddenly. "Yeah?"

"Whenever I managed to jump from my dad's truck, why did you save me?" I turned to face him and watch his reaction. I pulled myself up on the counter and was still wrapped in my towel. Oh god. Still in my towel. Damn it. Just damn it all.