Zene Oneshots

Copycat

The room was dimly lit, the only source of any lighting currently in the house was the same source of warmth. A head-to-toe glass mirror was bolted into the wall, the framing being black and having the simple design of a rectangular shape. On each side of the mirror was a candle, alight with a flame and providing very little heat and lighting.

The house was completely empty, except for the middle child of the family. The parents were still at work, and would continue to be for the next... four hours? The oldest child was at an away baseball game, and would be going to his best friend's soccer game afterwards. The youngest child was at the movie theater with two of his friends, some people he called "Not-Alone-Buddies", and would be sleeping over at one of their houses. As for the middle child....

He took very few small steps forward, to where he was standing in front of the mirror. He raised his head just a bit, enough to see the dimly lit reflection of his body frame and face. He began to mentally note every flaw he had, storing them in a part of his mind. He wished he was cute, maybe even adorable... he wanted to be handsome, someone that didn't have to lie about having a boyfriend or girlfriend.

He wished he was Gene Charleston.

Gene Charleston was the leader of the feared gang of delinquents at the Phoenix Drop Highschool, and got away with everything he ever did. He could display his creative and artistic skills on school and park territory using graffiti cans, and flee from the scene before school authorities or police officers could arrive. It didn't help that Gene looked painfully handsome, either. His complexion was delightful, a perfect tanning on a hot summer day. His eyes were a teal blue, with such a high depth that Zane was immediately lost whenever he looked at the senior's face. The outer rings and about 99% of the iris were warm and welcoming, the blue shades swirling and mixing into each other in a pleasant way. The 1% of the iris was the ring around the black part, which was frigid and cold, leading to Gene's fearsome glares and appearance. He had a natural expression that a pervert would have, his eyes and mind secretly undressing those he took interest in.

Oh, how Zane wanted to be Gene Charleston.

Zane took a deep breath, closing his one working eye as his brow furrowed. He tried to focus... he tried to think... he tried to remember...

Opening his eye, Zane shifted his gaze over to the small needle on his dresser. He had set a reasonable supply of thread alongside it, for what he would need to do... and if he could even go through with it.

With shaky hands, the raven haired freshman reached over to the needle and thread. He picked up the thread just fine, only needing to curl his fingers around it. The needle, however, was hard to pick up AND keep in his hands.

Now facing the mirror once more, Zane worked quietly, and a bit impatiently, to put the thread through the needle. The thread was the same kind that professional doctors would use to patch up surgeries or use for stitches, only instead of black, this was colored red.

Pressing the sharp edge of the needle to his pale white skin, Zane took a deep breath.

"I'll become what you like. This is what you wanted, right? Sacrifice all I know...."

Inserting the needle through his arm, a lump broke through his voice as he began to sob from the pain. As his vision blurred, Zane said one last sentence.

"I will teach myself to let go."

~~~~

Bright lights shone into Zane's eye when he woke up, and all he could see was white walls... and blurred faces...

Was he in a hospital room?

"Zane, you're okay!!" A familiar voice of a younger male cried, but was hushed by a strict feminine voice.