Zach Herron, the smallest, youngest, and most fragile member of why don't we. Zach has been getting hate for as long as he can remember. One day, a fan calls out to him during a show, making everything worse. Will the hate get to him?
*WARNINGS*
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I was ashamed. Guilty. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I felt like everyone was judging me for what I did- for what I was trying to do. I went back to my old ways, staying quiet, always in a hoodie, and barely eating. I had a relapse- if that even what you would call it. I don't think there's a specific term for suddenly not eating again.
I shift uncomfortably as I look at the water. I had isolated myself outside, just looking at the water as I sat on a pool chair. Daniel has checked up on me but I didn't respond. Thus leading me to now.
"Hey." I recognized the voice as Jack. I don't hlook away from the water, not saying anything as I wrap my arms around myself.
"Why are you not talking anymore?" Jack says, sitting beside me.
"T-they're judging me." I say quietly. The curly haired boy sighs, but I still don't look at him.
"Bubba they're not judging you. They're worried about you. I'm worried about you." I glance at the boy before doing a double take. A small smile reaches his face as I look at his head. I couldn't help but reach out and touch his hair.
"What happened to your curls?" I ask, sitting up a little as I play with his hair.
"I cut em off. And well I figured your favorite color was purple so..." he shrugs. I smile a little, touching the soft strands.
"I like it." He studies my face before speaking.
"Lets go eat. You haven't eaten today and it's already noon." I quickly retract my hand, placing it against my chest. I shake my head, earning a look from the blonde.
"Zach." I glance away from him- avoiding his look.
"I-"
"No were not doing this again. Zach we are going to go eat lunch okay?" I hesitate but glance at him.
"O-okay." We get up and make our way into the house, and I can't help but place my arms around my body again. Daniel looks up from his spot on the couch, watching as we walk I to the kitchen.
He's judging you. He knows what you did. He knows how pathetic you are.
"Zach?" I blink, looking over at Jack.
"I asked what kind of sandwich you wanted." I blush, glancing at Daniel.
"Um a pb and j is fine." I say, quietly. When I see that he's distracted, making the sandwich, I slip back into the backyard. Instead of sitting back on my chair, I walk over to the gate and leave.
I didn't want to eat and I couldn't stand being stared at. So I left. I walked and walked until I reached the familiar destination, my happy place. I take off my shoes as I walk across the sand and head over to the large rock, climbing up. I set my shoes down before looking at the water.
My shoulders slowly relaxed as I let out a breath. I cross my legs, and pull out my phone to silence it when a notification reached my eyes.
Instagram: You have 235 notifications
What? I swipe away Jacks text before clicking on the notification.
@seaveys.shnack: How could you guys be so hateful? What has he ever done to you? He tried to take his life guys! Show him some love! Zach if you read this, we love you and hope you're okay!
What? I scroll, reading more and more posts. Why were they sending me .... love? And why did it feel so foreign?
"Zach god damnit stop doing that!" I turn around, seeing a very upset Jack. His eyes were red and by the way he was breathing you could tell he had been crying.
"Do you have any idea how scared I was when I turned around and you weren't there? I checked all over the house and the backyard before this stupid rock popped in my head." I flinch, before looking at my hands. Did he really think this rock was stupid?
"I-I'm sorry." I say quietly. He walks over to me, and I look anywhere but at him. I don't like it when he's mad at me.
"Why do you keep doing this? You can't just run off." He says, pulling me to him.
"Why do they like me now?" I ask quietly. He pulls away a little, looking at me in confusion.
"What?" I take my phone out of my pocket and give it to him. His eyes scanned the screen and a small smile reached his face.
"Baby this is wonderful!" He says softly, glancing at me. I blush, looking at him.
"Why do they like me now though?" I repeat. His smile falls a little before he looks back at the phone.
"I guess the attempt really opened peoples eyes." He says quietly.
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