Zak POV

I've been in a much better mood than usual... in the day. But the second it's night, and I'm alone, that's when the bad thoughts strike.

I don't even know how it happens. I'm totally fine until I get into bed then my mind is filled with every single thing I don't want to think about. It starts off with when my mom and my sister left.

Then my thoughts drift to when my dad began to drink. What comes next is the part I hate the most. The beatings.

Without realizing it I begin to sob. I shove my face in my pillow to muffle them, it seems to work. But tonight I might have been a little too loud.

I was crying in my pillow, like usual. All of a sudden I heard my door open.

Shit.

"Zak?" I heard a soft voice, I knew exactly who it was.

Darryl.

I felt him sit on my bed and place his hand on my back. "Hey, look at me," I hesitantly looked up, "What happened?"

Darryl POV

I didn't expect him to tell me what's wrong, but surprisingly, he did. He grabbed my arm and began crying louder.

"It's all my fault, Darryl!" He said in between sobs.

"What's all your fault Zak?"

"I'm so useless! I'm just a burden to everyone I meet. I'm annoying, boring, and everyone hates me." He cried.

"No, that's not true. There's a lot of people who care about you." I said.

Suddenly he sat up causing me to flinch, "I need my blade."

My eyes widened, "No no, Zak, you don't need it."

He clutched my arm, "Please Darryl, I need the pain to stop. I need it to go away."

My heart broke for him. He's addicted. Addicted to cutting and addicted to the pills. He thinks the pain won't go away without them.

I grabbed his arms, "Listen to me. You don't need it."

"Yes I do!" He yelled, "Give me something please. I can't take it anymore."

He thrashed but I held him tight, making sure he won't get up. After a few minutes he collapsed in my arms. He was exhausted, when's the last time he had a good sleep?

He sobbed but didn't move. I began to rub circles on his back while whispering reassuring words.

Soon his sobs died down and I felt his breathing slow. He fell asleep in my arms. How could he hide this for two days? I thought he was getting better, he seemed fine.

But I guess he's good at hiding his feelings.

I laid him down gently and put a blanket over him.

"Goodnight little muffin." I whispered.

Then I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Oh god I feel like this is such a bad chapter. Ummm whatever. Byeee ✌️