By Chance - Zack X Reader

Memories

Zack and I arrived back at my house a couple minutes later.

I told him I was going to sleep, but I just needed to finish my anime episode from earlier.

See, I was planning on making my macaroni, then going upstairs and watching my episode.

Then he had to bug me.

But! I will admit that it'll be nice to have someone to talk to, even if it's the guy who wanted to kill me.

I sighed and went to my dresser, pulling out my shorts and a tank top.

I undressed myself and took my clothes into my bathroom, then turned on my shower.

I know that there are memes about how women use boiling water to shower, and I can confirm it's true.

I don't even bother with the cold water anymore.

I climb in the shower and sit down, letting the water fall on my face.

Memories flashed through my mind.

Flashback:

"Mommy?" I nudge my mothers shoulder, trying to get her to wake up.

Sticky red blood puddled around her.

My older brother stares at me, knife still in his hand.

"She deserved it, (Y/N). She's the reason dad is gone." He said, no emotion in his voice.

"No she's not!" I stood up, anger taking over.

I glance at him, a crazy smile spreading across my face.

"I'm going to do what you did to mom. It's the only way!" I grabbed the knife out of his hands and tackle him to the ground.

I apparently stabbed him 75 times. I don't remember a thing.

Flashback end.

I stand up and finish my shower, remembering that ruined my night.

After I was done, I crawled into bed and stared at the wall.

We're all messed up in our own way.

It's not my fault I feel nothing when I kill someone.

That's just my form of entertainment, I suppose.

God, I really am a sick freak.

At least Zack owns up to wanting to murder people.

Me? I just ignore the urges.

A tear fell down my cheek and onto the pillow.

My body shook as I tried to hold back the sobs.

I hate myself.

I'm a freak.

A monster.

A horrible, ugly, sick freak of nature that has no purpose.

I let out a cry and buried my face into the pillow.

Apparently, it was loud enough for Zack to hear, because he opened my bedroom door a few seconds later.

"Hey. I know you're awake." He said, his voice sounded tired.

I must've woken him up, what a horrible roommate I must be.

"Yeah? So what do you want." I tried to sound as cheery as possible, but I knew he didn't buy it.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just tired." I said.

"The crying I heard says something different." He said, walking closer to me.

He sat down on my bed.

"I'm just not having a great time right now." I said quietly.

"Is it because I'm here?" He asked.

"No, I'm just not in a very good state with my mental health. I stopped seeing my therapist after I got out." I said.

"Got out?" He repeated.

"I-I meant, moved out." I quickly said.

"Yeah, sure you did. Didn't I mention I hate liars?" He looked me straight in the eye.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"I was in a mental hospital for 12 years." I admitted.

"That doesn't surprise me." Zack said.

"What? Do I seem crazy to you?" I asked, annoyed.

"Bout as crazy as I am." He flashed me a smile.

"Well that's a bit harsh, don't you think?" I teased.

"Wha?! What the hell are you tryna say, bitch?!" Zack cursed.

I laughed and smiled at him.

"Thanks." I said.

"For what?" He asked.

"Cheering me up. I feel a lot better now." I looked at him.

I couldn't tell through the bandages, but he was blushing.

"Y-yeah, no problem, I guess." He stood up.

"Goodnight, Zack." I said.

"G'night." He closed my door behind him.

I flopped back into bed and hid my face under the covers.

Why are my cheeks so warm?