A Jackary Story

💕Chapter 19💕

The boys landed a couple hours later. Zach was sleeping with dried tears painting his face. He was wondering what he did to deserve that but no reason came to mind.
*After the concert*
Around 4:30 am Zach woke up. "N-No not a-again" he mumbles as the all too familiar feeling started forming in the depths of his stomach. Slowly Zach got up and grabbed his wallet from his jean pockets. Since Jack was mad at Zach, Corbyn and Zach shared a room tonight. Anyways he stumbled quietly across the shaggy carpet floor, while the soft moonlight lit the hotel room. Zach made his way to the bathroom and locked the door behind him; never wanting to come back out and deal with the real world.
⚠️Warning Self Harm & Zach P.O.V⚠️
I sat on the cold tile floor with my wallet in my cold hands. I open it and a small Polaroid falls out. I pick it up and look at it. Tears soon pooled in my eyes again as I held it in my palm. It was me and Jack and we seemed to be laughing. He was holding me in his arms and I was smiling, good times. I sigh and put it next to me. Then I find what I was looking for and take it out. My blade, my best friend, my stress reliever. I slowly bring it up to my pale wrist and I start to sob silently. I drag the sharp edge across my wrist and a wave of pain hits me but I don't flinch or wince. Instead I let myself relax a bit and I cut another line under that. The dark red blood seemed black as it ran down my wrist and it dripped to my simple white sleeping shirt. After two more cuts I start feeling light headed and I cut one more after that. Then everything went black.
⚠️End of self harm and end P.O.V⚠️
Hey guys.... still alive.... Sorry about the slow updates but I'll try to keep this book up and running again, credits to the artist of this drawing... I don't know who but I really like it
————— Miskee❤️😃