"Baby, Don't Cut" | Zane~Chan AU (COMPLETED)

Chapter 5

It was 12:00am and on the bench was a vanilla cake, decorated with pink buttercream frosting. Ichi had fallen asleep on the couch and Nana was in the kitchen, covering the cake with a cake stand lid. She got her pad and wrote a note, 'Do not eat until I wake up ~ Nana'

She sighed and walked back to her room, checking her phone. More Instagram messages.

Rose.Miracle: Stop blocking me! I can just make new accounts.

Rose.Miracle: I'm going to make your life a living hell.

Rose.Miracle: You don't deserve everything you have.

Rose.Miracle: Block me again, I dare you.

Rose.Miracle: I'll just come back. Again and again.

Rose.Miracle: You're not getting rid of me.

Nana blocked them and started crying. Who was this person? Why were they doing this to her? They didn't know anything about her.

They didn't know the pain she was going through. They didn't know about the scars. They knew nothing.

She saw her pocket knife next to her pillow and rolled up her sleeve, cutting her arm again. She was running out of places to cut herself on her arm. So she moved to her leg, cutting her thigh.

Zane was doing a great job at making her feel appreciated, but she was still doing this, why? She should be better than this. She was weak.

She sat awake in her bed that night. She couldn't sleep. She knew that person would just make another account, and would keep tormenting her.

The next morning, Ichi knocked on her door, "Nana, please! Let me eat the cake!" He whined.

She sighed, "Fine"

"Thank you!" He ran off.

She dialed Zane's number and he picked up, he sounded like he had just woke up.

"Nana?" He yawned.

"D-did I wake you up?" She stuttered.

"Kinda..." He mumbled, "But it's fine, don't worry"

"Can you come over?" She asked, wiping several tears.

"Sure, I'll be there as soon as I can," He replied.

"Okay, love you," She said.

"Love you too" He ended the call.

Nana stared at her phone's screen, no new messages from that cyberbully. Thank god. She looked at her arms, and started crying. She started doing it again. She said she wouldn't. She said she was fine. She wasn't fine. Why would she lie to him like that?

The meif'wa curled into a ball as she sobbed, her clothes getting soaked. She cut herself again. And again. Two cuts was enough for her before someone knocked on the door.

"Nana?" That voice of her older brother came from behind it.

"Yeah, Ichi?" She tried her hardest to not sound like she was crying.

"Where's the knife?" He asked.

"Top drawer in the kitchen island," She replied.

"Thanks," He walked off.

Nana continued sobbing, until another knock was heard.

"What now, Ichi?" She asked, still sobbing.

"It's Zane," Her boyfriend laughed.

"O-oh... Sorry..." She walked over to the door and opened it.

"You're crying..." He mumbled, walking in.

"N-no, I'm not," She stuttered, going back to her bed.

"Yes you are," He said, sitting on the bed next to her.

"I-I did it again... I'm sorry... I'm such a terrible girlfriend..." She pulled up her sleeve and ripped off the bandage she put on yesterday.

"Why..." He mumbled. He did everything he could to make her happy. Yet, she was still doing this?

Nana handed him her phone, "You know the code... Go onto Instagram DMs..."

He did just that and after reading the DMs, his face contorted into a face of pure anger, "Nana... Who the fuck is this person?!"