Insecure ||10k/Z Nation Fanfiction|| [ON HOLD]

9 - Mental Issues

+ S A G E ' S P.O.V +

I sigh and tap the truck to a random beat, slightly bored.

"Good lord there's so much dust I can't even fuckin' breathe." I complain grumpily, pulling my mask off and shoving it in my bag.

I hear 10k sigh quietly before he jerks me to his side, nearly giving me a heart attack.

"Jesus Christ, 10k." I grumble, trying to detach his arm from my waist, but of course his death grip keeps. Jesus he is stronger than he looks.

"Stop struggling." He whispers briskly in my ear, before kissing my head and turning his attention forward again.

I sigh and lean my head on the side of his chest.

"Why are you so moody?" He mumbles.

"What?" I ask, tilting my head up to look at him, but he keeps his eyes strongly on the road.

"One second your about to rip off someone's head, usually mine, and the next minute your cuddling up to me."

I punch him in his gut, which doesn't faze him (shocker)(note the sarcasm), and we both laugh at ourselves.

"Listen, Tommy," I sigh, laying my head back down and shutting my eyes, "there are so many things wrong with me. I just want to be prepared when you guys leave. That's all."

"Sage," he sighs, slinging his arm over my shoulders and tossing me closer to himself, "listen to me, I'm not going to leave you, okay? Never. Never ever. I'm going to stick with you. No matter what's up with you, alright?"

"Okay," I whisper, breathing in his scent.

I slowly doze off, to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and breaths.

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I wake up, feeling startled. Stupid nightmares.

"Sage, you okay?"

I turn my head and see Addy, standing by the truck and leaning on it.

"Yeah, whatever." I grumble, tossing my hood back over my head.

"So what's the point of hiding your face--"

"Okay listen here cupcake," I growl, "you leave me alone, I won't shoot off your face. Deal?"

She gulps visibly before nodding curtly and spinning on her heel, walking away.

I sigh heavily, remembering all of my lost friends and family, and how I couldn't possibly make my life any worse, but with my luck- I would screw it up somehow.

I hop out of the truck and walk to a wall, sliding down and resting my head in a hanging position as tears continuously flow down my porcelain cheeks.

"You know," I hear a voice, instantly naming it as 10k, "crying never does any good."

"Never does any bad, neither." I counter, lifting my head and laying it back against the wall, glancing at his figure- which is leaned against the wall in a standing position.

"Touché."

I close my eyes (which of course didn't stop the tears) and sigh.

"What a shitty day." I grumble.

"Tell me about it." He chuckles.

"The only damn good thing today was a shower." I choke out a laugh, smirking slightly to myself.

He bends down, and lifts me up bridal style and carrying me god knows where.

I sigh and lay my head on his chest.