Broken [Zaill] *On Hold*

Broken Prologue

Okay, i know it’s short, but this is just a little tester. Please tell me what you guys think. Sorry if there are any mistakes.

(Zaill Fanfic) Warning:

*self harm/suicide attempts*

*language*

*emotional abuse*

Zayn wasn’t always this way. He was once happy, sweet, and when he laughed, his hazel eyes would shine almost as if the sun was shining through them. He had a glow to his smooth defined tanned body. His jaw and cheek bones were defined. With his signature queff, never once out of place. He had this beauty that no one would deny. Until you saw him recently. He didn’t really lose his looks, they were simply hidden under his flat hair, scruffy face, and his once beauiful eyes were tainted red from the weed he smoked only moments ago. Or was it the fact that he stayed up the whole night crying himself to sleep once early morning hit him, he wasn't sure. Even his once magnificent glow dimmed causing an almost glum tone on his still well fit body.

 He never planned on changing the way he once was, but after you put your heart and soul into something, or rather someone, and they break you, you tend to let that get to you. Zayn was once a normal teenager; went to a good school, had wonderful friends, and a perfect boyfriend, Nate. At first every moment with him was perfect. He was my best friend, my soulmate, my lover. Is it ever possible for someone to be so completely perfect for you, but you aren't even close to perfect for them? Well that's how it went. They were so in love, he never once doubted it, he still doesn’t. But that's no excuse for the way Nate treated him. Zayn was so blinded. He never even noticed the emotinal abuse from his lover.  Not after the two years they were together.Night after night it was a constant battle to never let what Nate said creep into his mind. Not when Nate told him he needed to shave his face beause he looked like a crackhead hobo. Or even when Nate would tell him he wasn't attracted to someone like him anymore, beause Nate would always apologize for saying things so hurtful. One night Nate looked into Zayn's eyes and simply said he hated Zayn and how much of an ugly person he thought Zayn was, even blamed him for his own fathers death. Finally something snapped in him that night, he saw what Nate was doing to Zayn. He couldn’t handle it, he lost it. He couldn’t stand the pain, so he decided to deal with it by taking a razor blade to both of his slim wrists. The pressure was so forceful the blood rushed out dripping onto his bathroom floor almost instantly. Zayn was willing to end it all that night. He almost did. However, Zayn's mom found him, just in time and was rushed to the hospital.The next morning Nate went to see him. Nate looked him up and down. Pausing at his boyfriends now bandaged wrist finally meeting his eyes with Zayn. Without any emotion he simply said to Zayn 

“You can’t even kill yourself right. How pathetic.” And walked away without a look back. Zayn looked at his fading silhouette and sobed. Hard sobs, almost animal like noises were leaving his perfectly shaped lips.

 It’s been two years since that morning. He refused to let anyone in, even his family. He was sent to therapist after therapist after trying to end his own life twice. But they never had any luck of him opening up. He knew he’d be forever fucked up, so why try expain it to someone who didn’t give a shit about him. Finally Zayn’s mom decides to move, telling Zayn it could be good for him to start over. He thought about getting away from his fucked up past, his house that once comforted him now haunted his nightmares. So early fall they packed up their house in Bradford and headed to London. Where he thought he’d live, graduate, and maybe go to college without trusting one person, or even have a single friend.

 Boy was he wrong.