He just wanted to be in control of something,anything really. So he cut, cut,cut,cut, oh god did he fucking cut. He was happy because for once in his life he had control.
But somewhere along the way he lost control, and it's stupid and there's to much irony in it all. What he was doing was suppose to be with him in charge, him in control; like a puppeteer.
Grabbing the dull razor to sun kissed scarred skin. But self harm was much greater, more powerful it was now in full control.
And one day trying to feel he felt too much.
No one cried, no one cared, no one even noticed the little raven haired boy "Flew far, far away". But one person did. One person in particular the blonde haired blue eyed beauty.
That boy cried, that boy noticed, that boy cared for the cut up ark work that is Zayn; that was Zayn.
So Niall came by plucked Zayn's feathers so he couldn't fly far, far away anymore and put him six feet under dirt and gravel and filled with suffocation. But that didn't matter because Zayn's dead and Niall's crying.
All because he wanted to be in control. Was that really to much to ask for?
