Zoethian oneshots

Your my kind of crazy

Zoey ran through the think dense forest hoping to escape the sight of the one she loved. The trees lightly brushed against her arms and her hair flew behind her in the wind that passed her as she ran.

Tears filled her eyes making it all most impossible to see wear she was going but she didn't care. she has to get away.

'He thinks I'm insane, he thinks I need help just like all the others' she whispered to herself as she sprinted to notch knows where. She wasn't crazy and she knew it... people always whispered about her because she talked to mushrooms and other objects that didn't have any life what-so-ever but what people didn't know is that she had reasons to talk to them.

When she was a child Zoey lived in a house by a big meadow full of mushrooms and flowers and tall oak trees. It was truly a sight that she loved. Each night she would be woken up by the sound of her parents shouting and arguing with one another. As like any other child this mad the young girl scared and afraid. One night the same shouting awoke the sleepy child. Her window was open and right near the beautiful meadow and she just had to escape from the noise so she made her way through the big glass window, her feet landed on the soft damp grass, the blades of grass tickled her feet and made her calm. She ran out and sat on a log that was right near a bed of red and yellow flowers. on the other side was a single red mushroom with exactly 21 spots, she say facing the mushroom ignoring the flowers she would normally admire "I'm Zoey" she started not knowing why she was talking to a mushroom "My parents fight every night which makes me afraid" She didn't have any friends to talk to about this kind of thing so she spend hours talking about everything to do with her mother and father fighting, for once she felt like someone listened to her and that was the only way she could feel safe.

That was years ago and she never told anyone about that. She continued to run trying to figure out why she was running, she didn't think she was being followed but she felt like she had somewhere to go.

That was when she tripped over a rock, her legs fell first then her cheek hit the mud and leaves, she looked up to see an old run down house. Vines overgrew it with each window broken and the door on the floor. Zoey walked over slowly and (still being cautious) walked in. It wasn't long until she felt the house was familiar... It was her old home. She walked around still remembering where each room was, exploring every room full of dusty broken bed and photo frames smashed on the floor, cobwebs corrupted every corner in the house. She picked up a photo that lay by her feet. A shard of glass fell out slightly pricking her soft finger. She saw the photo was her sleeping I'm the meadow with her new mushroom friend next to her. As she saw this a tear rolled down her cheek as memories flashed in her head. She only had one room left to explore which was also her old bedroom, the picture still in her hand. She walked in and saw a dirty bed with the sheets still somehow tucked in, I plush doll with a red and white spotted dress (like a mushroom) sat on her bed. She sat down on the old mattress slowly being careful I case it would break and picked up the doll. Her mother made it for her when she was still very young. It looked just like her with bright red hair and green eyes with 2 marks in the cheek of it. She gazed at the doll until she heard a voice from behind "Zoey?" I faint but familiar voice intruded her daze, she flicked her head around and saw the Mage standing at the door "...Rythian" she mumbles quietly looking down "Look I didn't mean to say you were crazy meaning you needed help" he explained but Zoey was angry "I don't care.... Just admit it, you think I am crazy" she shouted with tears still in her eyes "Ok, Zoey your crazy" Rythian started, these words hurt Zoey like she was being wounded "But Zoey..." the Mage continued. Zoey look up at him

"Your my kind of crazy"