|| 💋 Don't forget. 🎀 ||

|| 💔 Chap. 6 🫂||

Tw :
- scar mentions

Word count : 311

( If you're suffering with stuff like this, reach out to someone. Click off. )

Perspective : Zak.

I wake up early as always. I go to my kitchen and prepare myself a sandwich, using : Bread ( 😋🍞), Jam and my favorite peanut butter called ' Skippy.' The taste of all these are a classic, I have connections with my trauma using ' Skippy.' It was the only thing I ate to stay alive. God.. What happened to me. I hear someone exit the bedroom. It's Darryl. I glanced over at him but continued eating my sandwich. Delicious as ever. Darryl sits next to me before asking :

” can I have some?“

He sounds tired.

” err, okay!“

I was about to get up when Darryl took my sandwich out of my hands and ate it. He loved it, I don't know if it's because I put my saliva in it ( weirdo / j ) or if he generally likes it. I shrug it off and go over to get an apple, I reach for the top shelf in the fridge and my sleeves roll down, my scars in view, I don't know why but I felt everything around me disappear as I struggled to pull my sleeve back up. Lesson learned : Don't SH with only loose shirts.. whatever its not like I still.. do.. it.. Okay maybe I do but not as often!! Darryl helped me through those times and I accepted the help. I'm better but not too much better yet, i don't know what I am. Am I recovering? Am I worsening? Fuck this emotion.. What's going on inside me?? I had a decent life, for the most part, and my ungrateful ass decides to hate it. I'm the worst, nobody cares about me, I'm worth nothing. Fuck my life and brain..

( AGAIN, REACH OUT TO SOMEONE! No pressure tho :3 )