Chapter nine

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Half a heart

Chapter 9

I didn't see him for a few days.

The end of school roles around.

[a/n WHOA TIME JUMP]

And summer came into play.

I wore a tank top for the first time.

Ever.

Since I was like six.

Ten years ago.

I never realized how pale I was. Or how bony I was.

I had nothing to do with my life.

"Honey, I want you to go to a supper group. It'll give you something to do until school starts again."

"What? Mom I'm fine! And speaking of school, can I just be homeschooled? I mean, it would be so much easier than being teased all day." I begged.

"Your depression ends and you become a teenager... Why can't I get a break?" My mom sighed.

"I suppose you can be homeschooled but don't take things less seriously, I expect more from you."

Yeah yeah..

I trudged up to my room.

Then I remembered my father.

Staring at me, throwing daggers with his eyes.

He would've killed me if it was legal.

I breathed and sat next to my dresser.

I found different forms of art.

I drew.

My teachers said I was an artist.

But my canvas isn't a wrist.

It's a sheet of paper.

And my pen is a pen.

Not a blade.

And the ink is ink. Not blood and pain.

I finished my drawing of the girl covered in hands.

They were scratching her.

The girl represented society.

And the arms represent the people, constantly shaving away at society. Changing it. Ruining it. But making it beautiful.

I brushed off the dust and walked to my phone.

"Would you please come over?" I texted him.

I literally haven't seen him in a month.

Zachs P.O.V

•••2 months earlier•••

We got into another fight.

Can't you see I'm trying to spend my time with you. The limited time I have left with you?

I found out the news last month.

I didn't have the nerve to tell her.

I had to move. To California.

My mom found another guy.

And I had to leave with her.

But I wouldn't tell her till we had to move. I'd tell her the month before.

I'd do it sweetly. Not surprisingly.

I'd tell her when she's strong enough. When I know she wouldn't break.

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