Zayn’s Point of View
“This can not be happenin’!” I pulled at my hair as I races around my room, picking up all the blank sheets of paper.
“These all had drawings on them!” I whipped around and grabbed some other blank papers. As I turned to put them onto my desk, a sharp burning sensation went down my arms and across my abdomen. I ripped my shirt off and threw it across it the room. The designs were etching themselves into my skin as I bit onto my knuckles to try to soothe the pain.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I can’t draw one thing without it coming alive or burning its way onto my skin?” I hissed out at myself, turning to look at the new tattoos through the full-body mirror leaning against the wall beside my door.
“This feels more like a curse than a gift these days.” I whispered, slumping into my chair and turned my attention to the leather-bound book that laid upon my desk.
“Zayn Javaad, haven’t you heard my screaming? You need to get to school,” the door swung open and there stood my mother, jaw dropped and silent as she took in my appearance.
“When did you have time to get all of these tattoos? You didn’t have this many two nights ago.” her hand reached out as if she was going to drape it over my shoulder, but then dropped it.
“Mum, you don’t have to be scared, I’m still your little boy.” I grabbed a hold of her hand and laced it with mine. Tears dripped down her face as she stared at me wide eyed. Her other hand raised up as she covered her mouth.
“Momma, please don’t do this. I love you, you know this!” tears began to well up in my eyes as my vision became blurry. I rushed into her arms and buried my face in her neck as we wept together.
“My beautiful baby boy, why how much you have changed, but you will always be my
baby boy. No matter how much you grow!” she continued to weep until she stood back and began wiping my face and then hers, free of tears.
“What has been happening to you, baby?” she questioned. Her hands wrapped around my jaw and raised my head up to look at her.
“I don’t know.” my voice quivered and broke as more tears burst from my eyes. She shushed me quietly as she ran her fingers through my disheveled hair.
“What’s been happening, sweetheart? Why haven’t you left your room? What about your friends?” I pushed her away from me and stared at her in astonishment.
“What friends? Mum, I’ve never been good at making friends, you know this.” I huffed as I turned my back to her. Her hands rested upon my shoulders and leaned her head beside mine.
“You just need to put yourself out there, that’s all Zayn. Everyone will see how special you are and they will want to be your friend.”
“Yeah, I sure am special.” I spat out. My mother hit my shoulder lightly, scolding me lowly.
“You are special. Everything you do is special and nothing can tell you different,” she began.
“You are an amazing artist, Zayn, and anyone who thinks otherwise is insane! You have such a big heart, you care for me, your father, your sisters. I love you, baby, you will always be my little boy!” with that I broke down, once again.
“I love you too, momma.” this time she let me cry out all my pent up emotions, as she held me close to her and ran her fingers through my hair.
~Here you all go! I hope you like this fast update. I'm sorry if it seems really depressing right now, I'm hoping to get further into the story soon and I'm sorry for the short chapters...
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