Nauseous - Skephalo

S L E E P O V E R - C H A P T E R S E V E N

TW: Mentions of self-harm

~~~ZAK'S POV~~~

I run down the hallway as quick as I can, which isn't very fast.

'Oh god, how am I going to sneak past them? I didn't think before I answered. I have to cut. I have to. It keeps me alive. There, I can't cut.'

I burst out of the front doors of he school and start to walk towards my house. Which was past the buses.

"Zak!" Darryl calls, waving at me. I wince and walk over to him. Vincent was leaning against a wall.

"H-Hi..." I say back.

"Are you ready to go?" Vincent asks, pulling out his keys. Darryl and I both nod. "Alright, let's go then."

Vincent turns to walk away and I turn the opposite way and start walking.

"Zak! Where are you going?" Darryl asks.

"N-Nowhere..." I sigh, turning back around and following them. We get to Vincent car and I sit in the back seat on driver's side, Vincent sits in the driver's seat and Darryl sits in the front passenger's seat.

Timeskip-

We finally get to Darryl's house thirty minutes later. I open the door and get out of the car, sighing. Darryl's house wasn't terrible, but it wasn't necessarily amazing either. His house was a small, two story house that was painted a shade of light blue.

"Come on, Zak!" Darryl called from the steps of his house, where him and Vincent were. 

"C-Coming," I sighed and walked up to the steps. Darryl open the door and went inside, gesturing for me and Vincent to come in. Vincent took him up on the offer, walking inside, while I stayed at the foot of the steps.

"Come in, Zak! Or will I have to drag you in?" Darryl says, me unsure of if he's joking or not. I stayed put, not budging. I see Darryl walk up to me but didn't react until he grabbed one of the wrists, which sent waves of pain through it. I flinched at the pain, and wonder if anyone noticed. He started to drag me inside, which hurt my wrist even more. I flinched wildly, now sure that someone saw it. Darryl only released his grip when we were inside. Vincent was staring at me with a look of concern on his face. He saw me flinch.

"S-So, what are we going to d-do first?" I ask.

"Well, first I'm going to ask if you're okay. You were flinching an awful lot back there," Vincent says.

"He was flinching?" Darryl asks, surprised.

"I-I was just surprised, that's all," I shrug, lying.

"Ok," Vincent says, though I know he doesn't mean it.

"Anyways... what we're actually doing first is watching a movie!" Darryl explains. "There's my living room," He gestures to the room besides the kitchen. "Which is where we'll watch the movie."

Vincent and I nod, and we all head into the room, then sitting on the couch. Vincent sat in the middle, with me on his left  and Darryl on his right.

"What kind of movie do you want to watch? Are you both okay with a comedy?" Darryl asks, flicking on the TV and going on Netfilx.

"No, I want to watch a scary movie," Vincent says.

"U-Uh, I don't. I guess that makes you the tiebreaker, Zak. So, what'll it be? Comedy or scary?" Darryl asks, nervously fidgeting with the remote in his hands.

For the first time in a long time, I smirk. "S-Scary movie."

Vincent silently celebrates, while Darryl hides his face in his hands. "Oh my goodness, noooooo. Why a scary movie..."

'Oh my goodness...? Sounds like Bad...'

I shake my head. It couldn't possibly be Bad. I glance to my right to see that Vincent had taken the remote from Darryl and was choosing a movie.

"Ahhh! Nooo!" Darryl would yell, Vincent simply chuckled in response. Darryl tried to grab the the remote, but Vincent held Darryl off with one arm with ease as he picked a movie. He turned on 'Saw'. Darryl was now sitting back on his cushion, his arms crossed, and Vincent was laughing as the movie started. Darryl was covering his face with his hands before he got up. "I have to go do some homework, I'll be back in a bit."

"I think you just want to get out of watching the movie," Vincent commented. I nodded in agreement.

"N-No! I actually do have homework..." Darryl lied. He wasn't all too good at lying.

"Then go do it." Vincent shrugged.

"Fine. I will," Darryl replies before walking up the stairs of his house. I hear a door shut and Vincent suddenly pauses the movie.

"Are you sure you were okay earlier? I know you said you were, but I'm not sure if you were telling the truth or not," Vincent asks me.

"I-I am 100% sure I-I was okay earlier," I scoff, groaning internally.

"Fine then. If you're okay, then you'll let me see your wrists."

"I-I don't have t-to."

"If you don't, I'm going to assume that you're n-" Vincent stopped as he looked at me turning on my phone. "What're you doing?"

"I-I'm checking my p-phone. I haven't o-opened it today." I explain. Surely enough, I see I've missed... 23 calls?! I click on my call log and see that they were all from my dad. "I-I have to call m-my dad back..." I say as I get up, groaning a little.

"Ok. Hurry up though." Vincent sighs as I make my way to the front door and step outside. I only now see that my dad left 5 voicemails, all of them short. I start listening to them.

"Boy! You better get back to this house now or else!" I didn't want to know what he was going to do to me when I got home.

"Zak. Please, come home. I promise, I won't hurt you." His voice in that voicemail had a hint of anger behind the sweet words. He was lying.

"Zak! Boy! If you don't come home now, I'm gonna kill you!" From an hour ago. I know he won't actually kill me, but I kinda wish he would.

'Me too.'

I stopped listening to voicemails after that, knowing that they'd just get worse from there. I step back inside, sighing as I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Are you ready?" Vincent asks as I walk over and sit on the couch.

"N-No, no-" I start, cut off by a vibrating in my pocket. Someone messaged me? I take out my phone. "I-I got a message..."

"Just answer the message. And be quick before Darryl gets back. I'm not telling him about anything until  see your wrists." Vincent says.

I nod my head, my eyes grateful as I open my phone. The message was on Twitter? And from... Bad? I opened the message.

Baldboy

>>Hey, do you want to play some Minecraft right now? ^o^

I shake my head and reply.

No, I'm busy.<<

The reply was almost immediate.

>>Ok. T-T

I hear the door open upstairs, and Vincent unpauses the movie, fast-forwarding thirty minutes. We both get back on our respective cushions and watch the movie. Darryl plops down on the couch by Vincent, burying his face in his hands.

~A/N~

Sorry it took so long! First there was vacation, and then there was writer's block.

1195 words w/o AN.