Zak POV

You know how people who are scared of the dark say, I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared of what's in it.

Well it's kind of the same thing as me. I'm not scared of being alone, I'm scared of what happens when I am alone.

When I'm with someone my mind is occupied, not really thinking about anything except what the other person is saying. But when I'm alone I have nothing to think about. So the cycle starts.

1. Over thinking (this is the part where I think a little too much)

Did I ruin my friendship by telling them to get out? What if they hate me? What if the kick me out and never talk to me again.

2. Bad thoughts (this is the part where my mind decides to think every mean thing about me)

If they kick me out, I'll be homeless. I doesn't matter though, because I deserve to be homeless. No one cares about me I'm useless and pathetic.

3. Actions (this is the part where my thoughts get to me and I take action)

I got up and looked at my blade. I can't believe Darryl left it in here. Maybe he left it here on purpose because he wants me to cut. I grabbed the blade and pulled up my sleeve. Before I could do anything, my door opened.

Ah ok. Still short but it's late and I'm sick 😫 also Ik this is different from usual but I thought it would be cool to kind of see what Zak's thinking. If you don't like the way it was written, comment and I will take it down and write a normal chapter 🙃

Last thing, I wanted to give credit to my inspiration to write this book. Here is their accounts (go read his book) acidhalo