A Zombies Touch(Z Nation 10k Fan Fic/Book 2)

Chapter 6

Then another song came on.It reminded me of him when he would get fustrated when his parents would start fighting.Or when I would cry because of my abusive foster parents I had

Tell me all the things that make you feel at ease

Your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby

Holdin' on tight and sleepin' at night

~Flashback~
I opened my window to my balcony and seen Michael standing at the bottom

"What are you doing"I asked as I leened over the railing

"I can't stay there,they're fighting again"He said and I ushered him up.

I sat on my bed waiting for him to come join me as he always did

"Why were they fighting"I asked and he took off his shoes before joining me in bed

"Me.Money.My life.The usual"He said and I sighed before wrapping my arms around him,him doing the same

"I know it's hard but it's okay you'll be okay"I said and he kissed me

"You make me feel at ease"He said and kissed me again

~End~

It was like I can remeber every single detail about our pay lives.What we did,who we were,how it was.All the good and all the bad.The heartbreak that I endured with him was weirdly worth it.Him being part of The drug wotld didnt matter to me for some reason.Maybe it was real love,thats why we disnt care how fucked up we born were,possibly still are.Next song.

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so

You said your mother only smiled on her tv show

You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope

I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old

I remember I was listening to this song and he came over.It reminded me so much of Dylan and our foster parents.He never told me he loved me but feel down we both knew he did.

Our "mother" truly only did smile when there was money involved.She was so obsessed with rich men,she was basically a prostitute.

People told me when I was high I looked happier than ever.As happy as I was when I was with Michael.

A lot of people told me that I wouldn't make it past twenty years old if kept smoking weed.And if I kept hanging around Michael and his cousin,Julian who liked to gjve me whatever,so he could get a good laugh.They all hoped of make it to when I was twenty-eight years old.

You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece

I remember Michael telling me that when I was crying because it felt like I had no one.There was no one there for me,except him.

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans

And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams

And it's blue
And it's blue

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams

And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means

And he's blue
And he's blue