In My Head |Zouis|

《T E N : E P I L O G U E》

Note: This is the end! Wow, so sad to be closing this door but truly excited to say I have completed yet another story! Thoughts on the ending would be greatly appreciated. I love replying to the comments you guys leave, they really make my day! I love you guys so much. More notes at the ending, thanks! Enjoy! I also suggest, that if you have any questions, or go like 'what' while reading that you read through the whole thing, it should make sense in the end.

Pleasure may come

From illusion

But happiness can

Come only from reality |Unknown|

 

If you understand hallucination and

Illusion, you don't blindly follow any

Leader. You must know if the person is

Sane or insane, over the abyss |Marguerite Young|

Third Person

*Two Years Later*

 

Zayn sat in the corner of his dark room, clutching a small animal like figure, close to his chest as he rocked back and forth, whispering or chanting something to himself. Well that's how Harry, had found, his younger brother. A foul odor wafting from the room of his younger sibling draws his attention, before noticing his hasn't seen the seventeen year old in a while. Harry remembers, what it was like being seventeen, but he wasn't that quiet like Zayn is now at the age.

Over the past few, months? Years? Harry's noticed the change of his brother, not only him, but his fathers too. As the years went by Zayn was only going in the wrong the direction. His episodes lasted longer, and were starting to be a more often thing than not. Pulling on the heart strings of his step-father, seeing his baby boy, like that. Watching and holding him throughout an episode with only the blankets dead looks, almost soulless.

Yet there were the days after where the tanned lad would be fine, cheery and seemed to be the most normal teenagers just like the rest. Zayn knowing deep down, that it was a cycle, he be calm, then he'd get the headache, brain feeling like it could explode at any given moment, too much activity happening up there.

Then it'd just be a waiting process, having his dad's on the tips of their toes waiting for the episode to try and conceal it to the best of their abilities, along with the help of Zayn's meds. New ones stronger ones, ones that knock him right out. Needle doses, bigger and stronger to help him escape without the pain of leaving his loved over behind, to worry about him, and the bigger, stronger, does, lull him into the deep slumber.

And when he woke, on the most often day he'd be fine. He'd eat his breakfast, hang out with a friend, go on the internet, do average teen things, with the alerting of doses and pills in between to keep him capable of this, to keep the littlest amount of sanity. He was a cycle, almost as if machine operated at this point. Yet, don't all machines have a malfunction or break down?

"We can't keep this up, we can't keep him here, as much as I want to we can't" Liam sighs out tiredly. He wants his baby boy to be okay, he wishes he know what to do to make his baby boy okay. Matters are out of his hands at this point, but he's doing his best to get a grip on things, hoping with that grip could lead them, to a solution, where his baby would be fine, and back to the way he was years ago.