Our Broken Hearts [Zack x reader]

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Dear diary,

I've always been the loved child. I didn't like it. I didn't like how we - me and Kate- were treated so.... differently.

Every morning, I saw Kate with a new bruise on her arm. I always asked my parents the same thing, "Where does sissy get all those bruises?"

They just kept silent. No sounds were heard. I never saw Kate at the dinning table eating meals with us. I never saw her in the house when i wanted to play with her. She was never there for me.

A few years later, I saw Kate. Attempting to commit suicide by juping off a building. I immediately ran towards her and pulled her off the fence with all my strength.

"Why did you do that?" I asked like the stupid kid I was.

"Mommy and Daddy hit me, yell at me, telling me things that hurt me. I've grown to believe those words... but it was mostly mommy... so I thought i would end it here..." She briefly explained.

Why would mommy do such a thing to sissy..... ShE wIlL PaY HAHAHHAHA

That night, I thought about those words. I snapped. I ran to the storage room where I hid my scythe and grabbed it. I saw mom and dad lingering around the house. Both in the same place.

PerFEcT

"Mommy daddy, i wanna show you something."

"What is it dear?" They asked. I grabbed my mother by her ankle causing her to fall down then held my scythe to her neck.

"MOMMY WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T STOP TORTURING SISSY! AND IF SHE DIES YOU BETTER NOT TELL ANYONE WHAT YOU SAW OR ELSE YOUR NEXT!" I shouted furiously.

"I WILL NEVER STOP TORTURING THAT WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! SHE DESERVES TO DIE!" A moment later, I sliced my own mother's head off. I saw my dad's shocked face then asked.

"WaNna jOIn HeR?!?" I then laughed like a psycho. I saw him back away in defeat. He ran to his room and tried his best to sleep. Meanwhile I took a kitchen knife and stabbed my mother repeatedly. I still had that psychotic smile on my face as blood splattered my clothes.

The next day, I was all cleaned up ready to  go to my victims funeral. Everyone shedded tears for her except for Kate. Yes, I was crying but it was fake. FAKE TEARS.

Years later, I began to observe my father's routines in hopes one day i would be able to murder him too.

One day, I heard my father yell at someone. I didn't know who it was but i had a hunch it was Kate he was shouting at. Kate gets really silent when she gets shouted at. i dashed to her room and bust open the door. It wasn't dad shouting at anyone. It was Kate... shouting at... herself.

She kept telling herself  'I wish i was never born. I'm useless. I should just die.'

"That's not true! You're an amazing person!" I comforted. I saw her smile.
She smiled. For once in her life, she smiled.

A few months later, I asked dad if i could share her room with Kate. By asked, more like threatened. I threatened him i would kill him if he didn't allow me. He agreed. The reason why I wanted to share a room with her was because I wanted to be her personal counselor. I knew she needed it.

From that day onwards, Kate got happier and happier. It made me gald.

That leads us to where we are today.

20/10/18

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HIII PEOPLE! Didn't expect me to update huh? 😊 anyway.... THANK YOU FOR 600+ READS!!! Ionly did thsi is because I brought up [Y/N] mother in the near death situation and you people were very confused so.... yeah see you next time! 😊