"Hold me tight, in your arms," Jachary...

Chapter 6

(I love the pic above, and the song!!)
⚠️Self harm is involved!⚠️
Zach
      I stare at my wrists, that have scars left from the last time when I cut myself. I walked to the bathroom, and stare at my ugly self in the mirror. I am so fucking ugly. I told myself. No one loves me, I am just a walking organism on this Earth, who wants to die, and has attempted suicide. Couldn't my life get any worse? Just then, I heard my door creek open, along with my name.
      "Zach?" The voice said. It was Jack. I ignored the voice, shivering from being scared. I searched for a razor blade, throwing things on the floor, yelling at myself.
      "Where are they?!" I yelled at myself. I covered my mouth, hoping Jack wouldn't hear me.

Jack
      Zach was in the bathroom, sounding like he was fighting with someone in there.
      "Where are they?!" I heard him yell. He better not be looking for those razor blades again. I quietly walked into the room, knocking on the bathroom door.
      "Zach, are you, okay?" I asked, placing my body against the door.

Zach
      When he asked me that, I started to cry, locked the door, and slowly fell to the floor, leaning against the door. I placed my head between my legs. I looked up and found Jack's razor but the side of the sink. I sprung up and grabbed it. I thought about washing it. Why do you want to wash it if you want to die? I told myself. I had a point. I counted in my head. I will only do 2. I counted to 3, and one swiped across my wrist, making me squeal in pain, but it was quiet enough to where Jack couldn't hear me. I did another as I thought about Jack. He was still up against the door, i could see his shadow. I put the razor back together, and cleaned up. I fiddled with the knob, and heard Jack spring right up. He stared at me as I covered my wrist with my sleeve. He watched as I did so. I looked away in shame, but he ignored it, he just hugged me.
      "I love you," he said.
      I sank into the hug. "I- I love you t-too," I stuttered. I started to get dizzy, but held myself up. He caught me and tried to carried me downstairs, to watch some television. I put my foot out and my hand, stopping us in the doorway.
      "No," I say, as he keeps pushing, but i win.
      "What?" He looks at my other wrist that isn't cut, yet. He starts to tear up, but shakes them away. "What's wrong?" He asked, using his brown eyes to bribe me.
      "Lets stay up here for a bit," I say, squirming out of his arms...
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A/N
Been busy as hell. Thought that I would update. Vote, share, comment your thoughts and I will publish some more later. Have a good rest of your day, limelights.