Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
Zayn stood on a highway bridge over-looking a large clear lake. Looking up, he took in the cloudy gray sky. It was early in the afternoon, only two o'clock yet the sky was hazed with depression and hurt.
When all else failed, the cloudy sky seemed to remind him there was beauty in the world. Something that didn't look back at him with eyes filled with disgust. Closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, a ghost of a smile graced the boy's face.
Zayn couldn't believe it was finally all about to end. He couldn't deal with anymore of the taunting he received at school, at work, in this entire town. The names he was called made him sick. There was only one person who didn't look at him like he was trash.
The boy with the bright blue eyes in his math class. The boy that sat at the back surrounded by friends. He could tell that this boy had watched him every day, sending small smiles and encouraging looks his way. Zayn would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to realize that this boy understood him just by watching him. The only boy who would ever care about him, the boy with the blue eyes.
Zayn wishes he could properly thank him, but the fact that he was popular intimidated him, if he was honest. So what he did was he wrote a letter and planted it in the principal's office where he knew would be found. It also contained a link to his Tumblr, where there was a video as his last post as well as some things that defined his life.
If everything went as planned, the principal and staff would read it out at an entire school gathering so everyone would know what they did. Zayn wanted them to see how they ruined him forever, to the point that he was taking his own life. But most of all, Zayn wanted the blue-eyed boy to know that he appreciated what he did for Zayn. He gave Zayn hope, in a dark world.
But Zayn couldn't rely on the boy with the blue eyes to change his life. He was the shell of a person, skin inked with the words he couldn't say, emotions he couldn't express. Zayn was lifeless, worthless, nothing. He was nothing, too far gone in the depression to be rescued.
Zayn knew he had nothing to live for. Hell, here he was thanking the boy with the blue eyes that he'd never spoken to; whose name he just barely learned. When he found out the name of the boy, he was very pleased. Niall.
He had repeated the name, liking the way it sounded. It suited him. But enough thoughts of the one boy in the world who was polite. It was time for Zayn to go now. Climbing over the railing of the fence separating the highway from the edge of the bridge, Zayn sat there and took one last look around him.
The sky that same beautiful gray color; thunder just coming in yet there was no rain just yet. He hoped his mother was up there was up there waiting for him.
I'm coming mum. I'm coming home to you.
Zayn threw his head back, arms outstretched like an airplane and leaning forward. This was it. He was doing it. He smiled sadly for the final time, remembering how nobody would miss him, which is the reason he was going. He obviously wasn't wanted here.
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
Taking one last deep breath, the boy made his body weightless, leaning forward that rest of the way.
He fell gracefully off the edge of the highway, enjoying the feel of the wind on his face.
