To'oborni (Skephalo)

Crazy Fans

(read till the end cause you guys have an important decision to make)

I'm so sorry for not posting for so long, I was with my family and I was reading an amazing fanfic lol (Metanoia go check it out )

Self-Harm, Blood, and Violence warning this chapter.

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-Darryl's POV-

When we arrived home, Zak went straight to his room without a word. As he walked past me he gave me a single glance.

Get used to it. I thought to myself. It would take a while to get him to trust or even talk to me like normal again.

I sighed as I walked to the couch and started to scroll through Twitter.

-Zak's POV-

I walked to my room as fast as I could in my crutches, only giving Darryl a single glance on my way. As I walked, I looked around, remembering different memories in each part of the house. I wish things were the way they were before. Before I ruined everything and made everything a disaster. I ruin everything.

I looked up and saw my room on the right side of the hallway. When I reached it, I slowly opened the door. I looked around and everything looked the same..

The white walls, my PC, the bed was fixed, probably by Darryl. There was one thing.. that I hope he didn't see when he was cleaning my room.

I walked into my room, and as I got closer, I saw something on my bed. Wondering what it was, I walked towards it and saw a letter. My letter.

He found it.

No one was supposed to read that letter. Now he knows, and he's never going to let me get out of the house or out of his sight.

I looked at the letter, making sure it was mine. It read:

I fail everyday to be happy. I always hide my emotions behind a a mask, a mask of happiness and being loud and being funny. But sometimes I feel like I can't take it anymore. I know one of these days I will fail to convince myself to not overdose, not to cut myself so deep that I'll die of blood loss, not to jump off of that building. Cause I know I'm getting weaker everyday. The one person who keeps me here on this Earth, doesn't actually love me. So what's the point? There's no point to live anyway. They say to write your feelings down to make yourself feel better, and I honestly feel the same after writing this. This is stupid.

-Zak

Shoot. Now what? How am I supposed to explain this to him? Why didn't he bring it up yet?

There were so many thoughts rushing through my head, spiraling in different directions, making me feel dizzy and struggling to breathe.

I walked as fast as I could in those crutches to my dresser. I frantically opened the middle drawer and saw that the ziploc bag was still there, in the same place as last time.

Sighing in relief, I took it out and opened the zip. I carefully pulled out the orange cylinder that still had a fair amount of pills in it. I poured some on my hand, not caring how many there was, and put them in my mouth and swallowed, not bothering to get water.

-Darryl's POV-

I couldn't concentrate on anything, I just kept thinking the same thoughts that have been stuck in my head for the past few weeks.

It should've been me
Why did I say those things to Zak?
His family probably hates me
I'm such an evil and trash person