He was my first love. We did everything together. We met in our sophomore year of high school in chemistry. Our friends set us up together thinking that we were the "perfect" couple. He would always take me out late past our curfew when my parents went to sleep. He would take me to his house where it was just him and his mom after his dad's passing. Over there, I felt like I was home, in his arms laying in bed. We were stupid and did dumb things, but with him, it didn't matter. My friends say he changed me and they didn't know if they liked the rebellious me or not. I was always that shy girl at school with very few friends until me and him were together. When I was scared, sitting in the back of the police car, he held my hand saying everything would be okay. He told me that a lot. I believed it when he said it. I knew he was the perfect one for me and we would be together forever, just me and him. Or at least I thought so. Until that day when I walked into his room at 11:42 pm to find him in bed with another girl. What about us? What was I to him? An object? Did he love me? No. He didn't. I cried myself to sleep every night after breaking up with him. I hated him. He told me he missed me and needed me, but I hated him. He fell into depression and asked for me and I refused him. I missed him. I did what I thought I had to do and got back together with him. A week later the news was full of stories on the zombie drug and how it's affecting and killing so many people. When I snuck over to his house that night, I found his mother on the ground, dead. Her skin was an off tone and most of her teeth were knocked out. She was missing an eye and an arm. Blood was everywhere. She had either been infected by someone in the area, or she...took the drug herself. My heart races and I run upstairs to find my one true love headless on his bed. I scream and run over to him. Tears stream down my face as I look over him. His motionless body, his blood soaked bed and floor. Lights start flashing as police run into the room. I fall to the ground, crying. The police picks me up and I watch as he gets further and further away. I'm passed out. I will never give love another chance. I will never forgive it.
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A Zombie's Heart
FanfictionA BTS fan fiction written by one of my best friends, Celeste (a.k.a. V). I just wanted to publish it. I hope you like it. WARNING! It might make you cry, so make sure you have a box of tissues with you.