Zach rushed home from school crying. Today had not been a good day. He managed to get lost various times and was late to most of his classes because he hand learnt his way round the school yet, he couldn't read his timetable and Corbyn was off sick.
He entered his house and went upstairs to his bedroom without taking off his shoes or even acknowledging his mother. Once arriving in the room he wished was as interesting as Corbyn, he slipped of his shoes and jacket before he grabbed his guitar and sang his heart out.
His phone was ringing continuously, but Zach ignored it, focusing only on the simple melody of the guitar and the lyrics of the song in an attempt to block out his terrible day. After a few songs, he was no longer singing, he was yelling until he stopped yelling.
His eyes were closed as he lay on his bed, tears staining his cheeks. He thought the ringing would have stopped by now, but the incessant noise continued haunting him. He didn't answer. He didn't get up and break the smooth surface of the skin with his trusty blade like he was longing for. Instead, he fell asleep, hoping to not wake up again.
He would've tried to kill himself, if it wasn't for Jonah.
Jonah. The boy who he dreamed about whilst he was asleep.
He dreamed vividly, that they would live in a big house by the sea, with Lila and they'd have another little boy. Zach liked to dream. He liked the world of clearness and colour it brought him to, a world he wished was his. But then he would wake up, barely able to see the world and he'd wonder,
If he did end his reality, would he be able to live in his dreams? Could he live in full detail, instead of seeing vague blurry outlines and mudhed colors?
Would he be happy?
Well, it was worth a try.
He took the blade to his overly scarred, wrist, breaking the skin and pushing it in deeper than it had ever been before.
But he stopped.
Jonah was at the door.
"angel, stop." he said, closing the door behind him and sitting down next to him. He took Zach's shaking hand which was covered in blood away from the cut and wiped it clean. He bandaged it up with a plaster he kept in his back and kissed away the tears.
Noticing the blade still in Zach's hand, Jonah pulled up his hoodie sleeve. "Baby, I want you to cut me as many times as you would cut yourself." Jonah told him, tears now running down his cheeks.
"I-I can't hurt you like that." Zach admitted, placing the blade on the table and leaning into Jonah's shoulder.
"Whenever you try to, please picture hurting me in your head instead of you." Zach nodded. "and please call me, I saw you walking home crying. I tried to call you but you didn't pick up. I was worried about you." Jonah said, stroking his back.
"I'm sorry," Zach said.
Jonah didn't reply, instead, he kissed him.
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Train// Zonah
Fanfiction"Why did you save me?" "I couldn't bear to watch another person kill themselves when this time I knew I can stop them." Jonah was a train driver on the London under ground who became single parent to his daughter lila-mae when his fiance killed he...
