A/N: I am back! This chapter is being created because Zack just lost a family member. I want to give a warning because there will be self harm and eating disorders mentioned and happening in this imagine. So- if those things are triggering to you don't read this c:
~Blade's pov~
"Z-Zack. Calm down. It'll be okay baby."
"S-she's gone!" Zack screamed at me. I backed away slowly.
"Zack calm down." I said backing into a wall. A sharp blade fell out of my pocket.
"What the fuck is that?" Zack asked. His voice still scaring me.
"N-nothing," I said putting it back into my pocket.
"Baby.. You said you'd stop." Zack said - his voice sounding innocent and calm.
"It's hard okay? But i'll work on stopping."
"I'm going to make food." Zack said hurrying into the kitchen. For about 4 days nothing seemed to taste or sound good to me. I had been starving myself.
"W-what are you making?"
"Pasta." Zack said grabbing a box of raw noddles.
"Ew.." I said in my head, but I just nodded and acted like I was going to eat.
"What's wrong lovely?"
"N-nothing. I'll be in my room." I said dashing up the stairs. I locked my bedroom door, picking up a blade.
"Babe let me in." Zack called out. I ignored him.
I put the shiny blade to my skin, hacking it down - again, and again, and again. Blood dripped down my pale arm, a loud ringing noise made my ears bleed in pain. I fell to the ground - clutching my arm. I let out a scream, but no one could hear. I was already gone. And that was the last time I was ever heard from.
~~~~~~After Death~~~~~~
Zack died at age 30. He couldn't cope with Blade's death - leading to suicide.
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