Zane's pov: (expect that? MUAHAHAHAHA)
After I answer Y/n she looks like she is about to cry. I'm about to go hug her but then she turns red. She is getting more and more red every second. I start getting frightened. She closes her eyes.
"Wh-what's wrong y/n? Are you o-ok?" I say my voice cracking.
She doesn't respond making me more scared. I slowly walk backwards toward the door, so I can go get a doctor, but before I reach the door she opens her eyes. Her eyes are a different color. They are full of... anger... sadness.... confusment....worriedness, and... and... a big patch.. is full of nothing...
Her eyes are a very dull red color, and in the corner is a big patch of..
emptiness...She stares at me with all those emotions, her lip quivering.
"What.. do... you.. want.. from.. me!?" She asks me, with each word her voice cracks more and more.
"I don't want anything! I just want to help! I have been alone ALL my life, and then I found you! I SEE MY OLD SELF IN YOU OK!?!? I WANT TO HELP YOU, BECAUSE FOR ME IT'S MORE THAN HELPING OUT A POOR GIRL, IT'S ME HELPING ME REALIZE WHO I AM! IT'S ME HELPING MYSELF! TO ME... to me... its... redeeming myself.. its.. it's...-"
"I've heard enough.." Y/n barely speaks out. I start to immediately feel guilty for yelling at her and I start to apologize.
"Look.. y/n im-"
"No. I understand. Just go. Please...
please... " she cuts me off.I look at her in disbelief and guilt. She looks away with tears brimming her eyes.
She closes her eyes and wipes away the tears. When she opens them again her normal eye color is back. back to its beautiful e/c balls, once filled with light.
She still has an empty look in her eyes. It's like they long for something, like they are hurt, broken.She is still avoiding eye contact so I nod and walk out the room. Once I'm out of the room, I close the door and go to find a doctor.
Back to your pov:
Once Zane leaves the room I sigh.
I look around for no reason and I take in my room. It's been the same for the almost three months I've been here.
I just want to leave.
I want it to be the way it used to be.
I honestly would rather the punishments from dad.. to this.
Now we have nothing.
At least before I had something..
someone..
At least I had a role to play, and a life I was supposed to live. Now everything is pointless.
Why..?hm...
What did I used to Do?
Something that used to be part if me.. when I was something.. someone..music...
I listened to music...
I Imediatly turn and grab my phone. I plug in my earbuds and press play on my playlist. Not thinking about what song to listen to. Not stressing over finding the "right" music. Just listening. Enjoying.
(this is a 24/7 nightcore radio, so the songs will be different for pretty much everyone. I don't know if this works so let me know. Also let me know what song it was playing! It was supposed to represent how your just putting in a random song. Not thinking about it. You don't have to listen to it if you don't want to)
I lay back down and close my eyes.
I move my foot to the beat.
I smile.
Just like old times..
I can be something now.. a someone.
I can be my own person, instead of just a pointless blank slate. I can rewrite my self. I can repaint my canvas.
I can start over.
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Nothingness
Mystery / ThrillerPlease read with caution. Hope you enjoy! WARNING WARNING WARING THIS STORY INCLUDES SOME OF THE FOLLOWING: ABUSE STRONG LANGUAGE (CUSSING) DEPRESSION ANXIETY RAPE If any of these topics are triggering please take caution reading this story. This s...