Zak POV

I woke and sighed.

I felt horrible.

Shit.

It was one of those days.

The day where I wake up with a bad mood and it usually doesn't go away until the next day. I got up and walked to my drawer, out of instinct. Ready to take a pill, then I remembered that I had given them to Darryl. Immediately regretted it.

I dragged myself out of my room. Usually if I took a pill or two I would feel better, but not today,

"Hey, Zak whats wring?" Vincent asked as he walked by.

"I don't feel good." I said.

"Are you sick?" He asked, looking concerned.

I shook my head, "Just a bad day."

He nodded and walked away. I made my way to the kitchen.

Wth is this idkkkkk. I won't be posting later I'm sorry 😬 for almost an hour I was trying get my Wattpad to work. It kept freezing when I clicked on the app and it wouldn't load 😑 so sorry

But this is what my cousin sent me at almost 1:00 am:

Haha you will have nightmares 😂