Don't You Do That Again (Zack Merrick All Time Low)

Chapter 6 *TRIGGER WARNING*

When I find my way into the bathroom, I reach for the top shelf in my cabinet. I feel the sharp cold piece of metal touch my finger tips. I gently slide the blade into the palm of my hand. I pull of my sleeve to reveal old and healing cuts. 

Making Zack nervous, one. Having Zack get bugged by the guys, two, three, four. Having two panic attacks today, five, six. Having my anxeity get to the worse, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. One more for me feeling worthless all of the time, twelve. 

I watch the crimson blood bead up and slowly make it's way down onto the white tile flooring. Maybe twelve wasn't enough. Why did I do this? Did I really need too?  This will be my last time. I will promise myself.

I clean up my arms a little and hop into the shower. The blood mixes with the water as it goes down the drain. In a sick way, it is really satisfying to watch. I do all of the shower things while the water burns all twelve cuts.

I hop out of the shower and dry off. I slip on my pajamas, along with a light weight jacket. You can never be too safe when it comes to these things.  I crawl into bed, wishing I didn't do this again. I also have the same feeling that I didn't do enough. 

As I drift off to sleep, thoughts come and  go. Why did Zack ask me on a date? I am worthless, fat, and  ugly. I wonder if it was a dare to ask out the ugliest girl in the mall on  date.

*NEXT MORNING*                                                                                                                                                                    LARKEN'S POINT OF VIEW

I quickly wake to my alarm screaming in my ear. I hit snooze, not wanting to go to work today. I hate working in a little café that no one knows about. There is barely anyone who comes in.

My alarm goes off five minutes later. I guess I better get ready for work. I slowly walk over to my closet. I guess I will wear a pair of acid grey washed, torn skinny jeans with a white METALLICA shirt along with a white/grey flannel. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and slip my converse on. I only bother with eyeliner today. I hope into my '08 black impala. I REALLY need to update my car.

While driving, one of my favorite METALLICA songs came on. Prince Charming from the Reload album. I might as well have fun before I get to the café, so I jam out. 

I arrive five minutes early, which doesn't really matter. I guess I better get ready for another boring day.

ZACK'S POINT OF VIEW

As I rolled out of bed, I thought I would travel around town since I just moved here from Hawaii four months ago. I haven't gotten out much. I don't really know what to look for.

I hop into the shower. After doing all of that stuff, I got out to get dressed. I wrap the towel around my waist and make my way over to my closet. I guess I'll wear a grey shirt with a faded logo and some jeans. I might as well throw on a flannel too. I think I'll just walk today.

I lock my front door and start to make my way around Baltimore. The first stop is a gym close by. I really need to start working out again. I sign up for a membership.

I start to wonder around some more, until I come across this little café called 'Spoons'. It looks like no one has been here centuries. I'll give it a try, I guess.

I push the door open, to a little dinging sound. The only person that seems to be working is Lark. She looks adorable in the apron she has on. I feel a smile work its way onto my face.

She looks up smiling. "Zack, what are you doing here? I didn't think anyone knew about this place." Lark looks happy to see me, but something is off. Her eyes look more like a swampy green, instead of the normal emerald green. They have defiantly faded.

"I was just wondering around when I came across this little hole in the wall. I didn't know you worked here." I take a seat at the bar. I am super happy to see her. She nods, while taking my order. I order the same thing as I did on our date, a green tea.

We sit and talk, just like a second date. I got to know even more about her, but her eyes didn't brighten. They stayed the same swampy green. I can tell that she is putting on a fake smile. Should I ask her or leave it? She might be having a bad day. I hope that's it.

LARKEN'S POINT OF VIEW

I heard the bell chime. I look up to see a very handsome man, which was Zack.  I think my day has just been made. I hope he doesn't find out about last night. 

His eyes seem to be screaming happiness. This is just like our second date. I hope we can actually do another one soon. 

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I hope this was good. I'm still trying to get this to actually get good. Maybe it will or maybe it won't. 

-Liv