Zach's P.O.V: "Zach?" I hear Jack whisper. I don't answer instead I run to the bathroom and roll up my sleeves and slit my wrists. Then Corbyn opens the door, grabs the blades out of my hand and flushes them down the toilet. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!" I yell at him. "WELL I'M SORRY IF I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU TO DEATH!" he screams back at me. "D-did you just say that you love m-me?" I ask super shocked.
*4 hours later*
I can't take it anymore. I think to myself as I start to cry. I then hear a knock at my door. "He-omg Zach are you ok?" Daniel asks me. "NO, BECAUSE IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED I'M NEVER FUCKING OK!" I scream at him. As I'm about to walk out of my room and go downstairs I feel a strong pair of hands grip onto my waist. "Now you listen to me little boy unless you want to get slapped across the face I suggest that you stop fucking screaming at everyone. Understood." Jack firmly tells me. "Yes, sir." is all I say before I black out. To Be Continued.....
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8 Letters: A Sad Why Don't We Fanfic (Completed)
Hayran KurguWarning: this story contains self-harm, depressing topics, etc. This story also contains some gay smut scenes. Story may contain some use of strong language.
