Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 20

I landed hard on my back, and felt my left hand being roughly pulled away from my neck, the razorblade flying from between my fingers and ending up somewhere on the other side of the room.

One of Brian's hands was holding my left arm down, while his other hand was pressed firmly against the right side of my neck, where blood was starting to trickle from the over two inch-long cut I'd managed to make. He was straddling my hips, in order to keep me on the floor.

'How the fuck could you do this?!' Brian snarled at me, pressing his hand harder against my neck as blood continued to seep through his fingers. 'Fucking hell,' he growled, single-handedly pulling his shirt from his body and pulling his hand away from my neck, quickly
replacing his hand with the shirt.

I whimpered, immense pain filling my entire body, the searing pain of the razor still present on my neck. I was starting to feel sick, light-headed, tired... I felt my eyes roll back into my head, but only a second before Brian slapped me round the face. A singing pain filled my cheek, and my eyes shot open.

'Stay with me here!' He hissed through gritted teeth, his deep brown eyes riddled with pain and anger. I slightly arched by back in pain, whimpering, and Brian secured his free hand on the side of my face, looking into my eyes. 'You're gonna be okay, Zack, alright? You'll be okay.' He slowly pulled his now-bloodstained tshirt away from my neck, pressing it down a few more times before tossing it aside. But I didn't WANT to be okay.

What with my left hand being free, yet still bleeding, I placed it on his chest and attempted to shove him away. I needed to find the razorblade, and I needed to end this now.

'No Zack,' Brian said sternly, glaring at me. Our eyes met for a second, and for a moment I could have sworn I saw a few tears glimmering on the surface of the mocha brow orbs. But I chased the thought as I was enveloped in pain.

'Can you sit up?' He asked, and I nodded, slowly propping myself up on my left arm and being careful not to lean on my hand. As soon as I was sitting, Brian turned towards the sink and ran the taps. Just then, I caught sight of the razor.

And I used all my energy to dive at it.

'Zack...?' Brian turned around just in time to see me grab hold of the tiny blade, and then he also dove for it. 'NO!' He roared, wrestling with me and eventually prying my fingers from around it, snatching it from me and flicking it into the bathroom trash can.

'Fucking stop it. Right now.' His voice was cold, a flash of evil in his chocolate brown eyes. 'Or I WILL actually fucking hurt you. And I don't want to have to do that.' I cringed, tears flooding down my cheeks. A few seconds passed, before Brian dropped to his knees in front of me, all signs of anger gone from his face.

'Why did you do that?' He whispered, his voice pained. 'How could you do that to me, Zack? How...' His voice cracked then, as tears started to trickle from his eyes. He lightly ran one, blood-coated finger along the cut on my throat, and whimpered quietly. 'Why?' He breathed, and I shook my head, the mere movement hurting my neck.

All the urges for suicide suddenly disappeared from my mind as I watched Brian cry, and after a few seconds I engulfed him in my arms, hissing quietly at the pain it caused in my right wrist.

'I'm sorry,' I mumbled against his bare skin, burying my head in his shoulder.

'It's okay,' he whispered back, as I felt his tears fall against my neck. 'Don't do that again, Zack, I beg of you, please. Don't do it again.'

'I..' I paused, sniffling and wincing as tiny drops of blood continued to trickled through my neck. 'I won't.'