Isn't It Lovely

C h a p t e r 2 : In a good way

I stood at the bathroom door, behind Zach, and watched him stitch himself up. I was cringing at the amount of blood that covered the sink and his stomach. I was covering my mouth with my hand and covered my eyes a little. I kept peeking because I wanted to watch so bad at the same time.

His head was tilted downwards and his back was a bit arched, focused on stitching the wound.

"You don't have to stand there and watch me if you don't want to." He said calm and concentrated as he continued to stitch himself. "You look uncomfortable." He slightly turned his head back towards me.

I cleared my throat, "No I'm fine."

"If you say so." He continued to calmly stitch himself.

"Why are you so good at thi-"

"Sh." Zach shushed me. He impaled his skin slowly one last time, pulled out the needle and cut the string.

"Practice." He said dropping the needle into the sink and began to clean the wound with a cotton ball and alcohol.

He didn't even flinch when the alcohol touched the wound.

"Doesn't that hurt you?"

He puckered his bottom lip and shook his head. "Not at all." He said slowly.

"I'm just surprised you're not feeling any of it."

"Like I said," he threw the bloody cotton ball in the trash. "Practice."

Zach straightened his back and cracked his neck. "Oh my fucking god that felt good." He said and cracked the other side of his neck.

I giggled at what he said.

Zach turned with a grin on his face and sat on the edge of the sink countertop. "Why do you keep laughing at the shit I say?" He chuckled.

"Honestly I don't know. I guess I find what you say funny." I smiled and shrugged.

He mimicked my smile and my shrug. "That's your reason seriously?"

"Well what do you think is the reason?"

"That you're just giggly." He said. "Or on some serious crack."

I shook my head and smiled. "I'm definitely not on crack."

"That was a joke, giggles." Zach said standing up and walking towards me. I moved to the side so he could walk out of the bathroom.

He went into his living room and put on a black hoodie that was laying on the couch.

I didn't see the rest of his apartment until now. When we walked in, I helped him straight into the bathroom which was right next to the front door.

"Want a Monster or a redbull?" Zach asked from the fridge, holding up a can of each energy drink.

"It's 2am. Are those my only options?" I asked looking around the room.

"Someone's picky, but no it isn't, I have water."

"I'll take a water."

"Yes ma'am." Zach said closing the fridge and then walked towards me and gave me the bottle of water. "I have a question."

"Mhmmm." I hummed as I took a sip of water. "What's up?"

Zach sat on the couch and stretched his left arm on the back cushion. "Why'd you help me?"

"I couldn't have just left you there."

"No I mean like you could've called the cops or something but you didn't. Why?"