Zene Oneshots

Destroy The Feelings.... Or Else Die

Dear Diary,

I always tell myself that I don't need them. I know for a fact it's true, since they throw their futures away. There's just.... something.... about their leader, though.... in case you don't remember from the last entries, his name if Gene..... and boy is he a hot teenager! You could say my problem is that I'm in love, and that my other problem is the fact that he'll never love me back. Gene is the dark side of the school, the bad boy, the type of person that a lot of people fantasize about. Then you have me; an emo, overweight, chubby, freckle faced, asthmatic, gay pawn. Not really the type of person someone like him would date. I may be as skinny as a stick almost, but everyone calls me fat and chubby. I have made up my mind on what I'm going to do..... I'm going to destroy the feelings.

Zane read over the journal entry closely, before closing it and tossing it aside with the wooden pencil. He took a deep breath as he glanced at his corkboard, where he hung up multiple pictures of Gene. He stood up, running over and grabbing the edges of some, before ripping them down. He didn't care if some of the tacks got lost or stabbed him..... he couldn't bear to see the face that he loved so dearly anymore. One picture stood out to him, though..... Gene actually had his arm wrapped around Zane's shoulders, pointing out specific parts of the textbook page... their faces were so close.....

Zane unclipped it from the board, feeling a single tear form in his eye. Without another word, he ripped into ten pieces, before taking all the ripped photos to his father's office room. There was a paper shredder in there, so he dropped them in and watched them shred to nothing. Even when they were unfixable, he still dumped them into the fireplace.

When he got back to his room, the only picture still left on his corkboard was of him and his two brothers: Garroth and Vylad. He went over to the small standing wardrobe on his nightstand off in the corner of the room, before opening it. He used to collect things that had belonged to Gene.... like pencils, wrappers, and even..... clothes.... Without another word, he closed it up and threw it into a trash bag he had brought up from the kitchen. He went over to his computer, turning it on. The background was of Gene sleeping.....

Deleted.

Anything and everything to do with Gene...... he wanted to delete it all.

Every drawing erased...... every memory abandoned..... each dream crushed..... the one scene played in his mind...

"Get away from me, you filthy rat!!" Gene spat, kicking him in the side. "You're nothing but a waste of everything! No one would care if you disappeared all of a sudden, Zane! Nobody here likes you, and nobody will ever love you!"

"G-Gene....." Zane stuttered, trying to push himself up. "Please...."

"No, Zane!" He snapped. "You're like a cloud of poison! You hurt everyone around you, even the ones who try to help you! Your own brothers can't even stand you! Your breath smells worse than forty wet dogs, and you wear smaller clothes to appear sexier!"

"That's not true...." He argued.

Gene growled, reaching to his back pocket. Zane tilted his head, before gasping as a revolver pistol gun was pointed at his face. Gene stared at him intently, before pressing the gun to the side of Zane's head.

"Destroy how you feel about me..... or else die."

Zane shuddered, before falling onto his bed and grabbing the stuffed husky next to his pillow. He hugged it tightly, his tears being absorbed by it.

Congratulations, Gene....... you forced someone to forget the person they loved...... which means they forgot you..