[ 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 ] - 𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑒 ☹︎

hospital

the small boy woke up and looked around him, w-where am i? zak thought panicking why he's at the hospital till it clicked.

i attempted sucide.

the boy had so many questions who brought him here, why didn't he die, why did he have so much luck on his side when he attempts sucide.

the doctor comes in saying "oh i see you have woken up im your new therapist im clay" the doctor says with a big smile on his face.

the man was taller then him, he had dirty blond hair with beautiful green eyes and freckles that suited him well. zak felt his face flush seeing his new therapist, "oh erm im z-zak" the small boy said shyly.

"nice to meet you zak! i just wanted to meet you and get to know you are first therapy session is tomorrow actually but how old are you?" clay says sitting on zaks bed side.

"im 18 a-and you?" zak asks, "im 23 and you are really young" clay says. the small boy blushes and clay notices this chuckling at the small boys cuteness.

"c-clay um who brought me h-here?" the boy asked the tall man, "i think his name was dave isn't he not of your friends?" zak nods.

"i see well he said he will come back soon he had to do something, but here is my phone number I'll call you telling you what time your appointment is" clay says handing him his card.

"thank you it w-was nice meeting you" the small boy says giving the taller male a small grin, "it was nice meeting you to zak!" clay says as he walks out of zaks room.

he was nice zak thought as he felt someone staring at him, I turn around and see him again. My shadow of negativity "im disappointed i thought you were dead, well i guess a third time wouldn't hurt huh?" he says showing a creepy smirk towards me.

"leave me alone... please j-just for t-t-today i can't do t-this anymore" the small boy says looking at the shadow with his pleading eyes.

"kill yourself then, there is a blade on the back of ur phone case do it" the creepy shadow says pushing the small boy to do it, zak looks at his trembling arms and takes off his bandages slowly seeing my stitches.

"go ahead, cut your arm until you see a ocean of blood pour out of your arm, cut your arm until you start feeling dizzy do it" the shadow comes over to zak grabbing the blade for him.

"take it you deserve to die, nobody cares about you not dave not that clay guy you just met and darryl" he brings the blade towards his wrist, hesitating to go deep into my skin.

the boy pushes the blade deep into his skin and starts cutting, tears flow down his cheeks feeling the sharp pain on his arm.

the small boy keeps going not noticing that he is still in the hospital or even around people "your left arm next".

zak was about to do this left arm until he feels someone place there hand on his arm, stopping the boy from cutting himself.

"WOAH ZAK P-PUT THAT DOWN" clay says taking the blade away from me, he grabs the closes towel and puts pressure on the deep cut zak made on his wrist.

"ARE YOU OKAY?! DOCTOR!" clay shouts trying to find a doctor "HERE PUT PRESSURE ON UR CUT WITH THE TOWEL I-IM GONNA FIND SOMEONE" clay goes to find a doctor.

zak starts feeling guilty, guilty that dave saw him like that and that clay saw him do that.

"i hate when people stop you... i hate it, hmm should we kill clay?" the small boys eyes widen on what he said, killing s-someone? he has never ever request or said anything to kill somebody the boy thought worrying on what he is trying to say.

"w-what d-do you mean?" the short boy asks him "you know killing someone aka clay, he has stopped you on killing yourself you know you deserve it doesn't it make you angry that people keep on stopping you?" zak starts thinking about what he is saying.

"i-i mean dave did save my l-life when i w-wanted to d-die and c-clay did the same, but i don't wanna k-kill anybody" zak putting pressure on his wrist feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded.

"do you really? i mean why would I be talking about this? im your negative thoughts i know you wanna kill people that stop you" the shadow comes closer to zak giving him a creepy smiles.

"t-that's not true! S-Stop it!!!" the small boy shouts at his shadow seeing many doctors coming into his room including clay "goodness we gotta stitch it up it's so deep" one of the doctors say taking a look at the wound.