one-shots

what's happening (kinda angsty)

‼️ TW: ‼️
‼️ mentions of suicide and self harm ‼️

So uh i'm really not sure what this is, i started it a while back and just winged it yk ? anyways this is what it came out like, there's no like romance or anything it's just,, a sad one shot with no purpose.

Try to enjoy if you read it  x

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If the word miserable was a human it would be Zeke. The poor thing has been through hell and back. His parents death in a car accident when he was only 10.

He was in a coma for a year before finally waking up living with his grandparents. Only for them to pass away a couple years later.

Him moving in with his homophobic aunt after. If he wasn't already dead inside after what he had been through; she definitely made sure he was now.

Throwing around disgusting slurs at him like he wasn't her own sisters son. Her nephew. Her blood.

Zeke wanted only one thing in life. It wasn't the new iphone nor was it new clothes. Not to be treated well either. Zeke thought he deserved what his aunt did to him.

Zeke still wanted only one thing. It was to see his parents again. Even if it was for only a moment, he just wanted to hear their voice. He was starting to forget what they sound like.

Zeke knew that it would never happen tho. He was okay with that but he still never lost hope. Not that they would magically come back to life, no. That maybe one day he would get to hear them again.

Maybe in the after life perhaps. In heaven.

He didn't mind waiting until then. Zeke was a patient boy, just like his dad. He had thought about it coming sooner than later sometimes. Something he could do about it.

Zeke had a dark mind. He had forgotten what being happy felt like. He had forgotten how to smile. He hadn't smiled or laughed in years. Because no matter how anyone tried, Zeke was too busy in his head.

So it was no shock to know that Zeke had thought of suicide at some points in his life. He found it amusing in a way how all it took was a blade, or a rope and in a minute it would all be over.

Like I said, Zeke had a dark mind.

He never thought more of it tho. Not until he stood in front of the bathrooms mirror, tears streaming down his cheeks, his mind in a haze, his heart in pain, and a blade in his left hand.

He could end it right now. Right this minute. It would all be over, he wouldn't be in pain anymore and even possibly be with his parents again.

Zeke was better than this tho. In those 10 years he had spent with his parents, they taught him to always be strong. Zeke wanted to be strong like his parents were. He wanted to make his parents proud.

Deep breathes always help, he thought.

They didn't help this time. He's breathing is heavy now. His hands are trembling. His mind in a haze again. The world feels like it's spinning.

What's happening.

The blade dropped from his trembling hands. It's not only his hands now. His entire body is shaking. He's scared. Why's he scared.

What's happening, he thought.

It's getting hard to breathe in here. Maybe Zeke just needs some air. He's too dizzy to move tho.

Why is it the world spinning so fast, he thought.

He made it out of the bathroom. Zeke needs aunt Kate. Kate is not home. He's trying to find a way to contact Kate. It's too late.

Zeke is on his knees. Failing to breathe right. Everything is still spinning. His heart beating so fast he's scared it'll break out of his ribcage. He's still scared. Why is he so scared.

What's happening to me, he thought.

There are black spots everywhere. Left, and right. They keep getting bigger every-time Zeke blinked. There's a ringing in his ears. It's so loud.

Make it stop, he thought.

The spots get bigger. The ringing gets louder. The fear is getting larger. The breathing gets slower.

Am I dying, he thought

It's becoming to much. He's slipping.

Then it's all gone.

Blank.

Zeke is sprawled on the hardwood floor. Eyes closed, and his hand resting on his chest, right above his heart.

What happened to Zeke.

>>+<<

Zeke is feeling cold. Like a winter cold weather kind of cold. His eyes are closed as he lay on the bed.

Why is it so cold, he thought.

He tries to move his hands to cover his arms but they won't move. He tries again but they don't budge. Zeke is starting to panic.

Why can't I move, he thought.

His heart starts to pick up a fast beat. He tried to move something else this time. His leg. He tried to lift his leg but it's so heavy.

His entire body feels so heavy like it's made of bricks. The cold long gone forgotten, Zeke just wanted to move.

Am I dead, he thought.

He can't be tho. He was always told when you die you'd feel as if you're flying. Though Zeke never understood how they would know he felt the opposite to flying at the moment.

Just then Zeke started to feel light like a feather. He was hearing something too but it sounded so distant like it was miles away. Though it was far he felt like he knew that voice.

He started to slip again, but he didn't want to. He was trying to stay awake if that's what he was right now. The dark was pulling him even closer with each second that passes by.

Second after second after second.

Then it's all gone again.

Blank.

What's happening to Zeke.

>>+<<

Beep

Beep

Beep

That's Zekes heart you're hearing

Beep

Beep

Where is everyone?

Beep

Maybe he'll finally get to see his parents again.