Zak POV
No one cares about me. Not one person in the world cares about me. Darryl is the one person who actually seemed like they cared. But I just ruined our friend ship.

The room seemed to shrink in on me and it got hard to breathe.

No one loves me. No one would care if I died.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my blade. I've gone through a lot with this thing. I rolled up my sleeves and looked at all the cuts on my arms, not from my dad, but from me.

I decided before I did this, I should write a letter, even though no one would care.

After I wrote the letter, I sighed and slid the piece of paper under my room door. Someone will find it eventually.

Then I walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Darryl POV
I stood in front of Zak's door. I didn't know if I should knock or not. He said he wanted alone time but I know I should talk to him.

When I was about to knock, I decided against it and turned to walk away. Suddenly I heard a noise from Zak's door. I turned and saw a piece of paper on the floor.

Had he figured out that I was there?

I picked up the paper and read it.

To who every finds this, I just wanted to say that I can't take the pain anymore. I have no purpose in life and no one cares if I'm dead or alive either way. If this affects you in anyway, I'm sorry. But this is the end of my life. Goodbye.

-Zak <3

My breathe hitched when I read the last words. How could he think that? I care. I care more than words can describe. If anything ever happens to him, I would lose my mind.

Without hesitation I burst through his door and looked around. He was no where to be seen.

He wouldn't have been able to go anywhere with me knowing. I looked over to the window, thinking about the fact that he might have went through there, but that wouldn't be possible since it was closed and locked.

I heard a bang from the bathroom and my eyes widened. I ran over to the door and turned the knob. It was locked.

I tried again but I wouldn't budge.

"Zak!" I yelled, "Please don't do this!"

I slammed my body against the door.

Once

Twice

On the third time the door swung open.

The first thing I saw was blood. My heart started to beat faster as I spotted Zak.

He was in the bathtub with his sleeves rolled up and a blade beside him. He was just laying there, unmoving,

I ran to him and inspected his arms, cuts littered his arm. Most of them were fresh but some seemed old.

I put my hand on his wrist looking for a pulse.

I didn't feel anything.

I put my hand on his neck.

Still nothing.

Finally I put my hand on his chest and I felt his heart beating slowly. I sighed in relief and picked him up, bridal style.

I put him on his bed and began cleaning his wounds.

Ok sooo I usually post once a day but here's an extra chapter! We just hit 300 hundred reads 😱 that's more than 200 reads in one day! Tysm ❤️