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It All Ends With A Smile
By SteffiSevenfold

 


My fists pounding against the door until they turn red and blistered.

My feet kicking at the wood in hopes of it breaking, splintering, anything.

My voice screaming, cracking, useless.

Because he's not stopping.

No matter what I say.

No matter what I do.

He's not stopping.

I pound again and the sound of running water stops me dead in my tracks.

I press my ear to the door for a better hear.

It's not the sink, not the toilet, but the faucet to the bath.

My breath catches in my throat and I pull away from the door before throwing myself against it, a sad and sorry attempt at breaking it down.

I press my palms against the door and lean against it, feeling completely useless, like dead weight.

“Zacky, please. Just unlock the door, please, please, please.”

No answer.

I crouch down on my knees and look through the key hole.

There he is, clad in a white tee shirt, black basketball shorts and no shoes.

Just sitting there on the edge of the tub.

The faucet spills murky brown water from it and I cringe.

I cringe because of what Zacky wants to do in that water.

He's just looking into the tub and before I know it, he's standing up and stepping into the water.

He sits on his knees and lets the brown muck engulf him.

I'm screaming now, but it seems like it's barely above a whisper.

I peek through the key hole to see Zacky push his head, his entire body, under the water and hold himself there.

I pull abruptly away from the door and slam my body against it.

I can't feel the pain anymore, only the emotional pain.

Something shatters to the floor inside the bathroom, and I later find out that it was a picture of Zacky and I.

I'm screaming and punching and thrashing and crying.

And finally the lock breaks. I'm confused and hysterical when the door stops again.

And now the only thing that's stopping me from my baby is this lock chain.

I reach my hand through and grab at the chain, tugging it fiercely, doing everything I can as quickly as possible.

I can see through the crack in the door, the brown-ish water spilling over the rim of the tub and soaking the floor.

I can't make out Zacky with such blurry vision.

I tug harder at the chain in hopes of it breaking or coming undone or anything.

There are so many other ways to solve this, such a stupid little fight.

The wood from the door frame cuts up my arm, but I pull at the chain nonetheless.

Finally, that lock breaks, too.

I toss the door open and it hits the wall, sending a picture of me, Zack, and our dog spiraling to the floor.

My feet carry me towards the bathtub and I drop to my knees, the murky water soaking my pant legs.

My hand reaches into the tub and plucks the stopper from the drain.

My shaky fingers find Zacky's hair then run down his shoulders.

I lean up, nearly into the tub, and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him as quickly as I can from the water.

I hug him in my lap and rock us back and forth and his wet clothes soak mine, bit that hardly matters.

Such a stupid fight.

Look what I did.

Doesn't he know that if his life ends, mine does too?

I smooth his hair back, brushing it out of his wet face.

And then I make the decision of my life.

I slowly lower Zack's body to the floor and climb unsteadily into the tub, pushing the stopper back into the drain.

Then I turn the water back on and carefully pull Zacky into the tub.

I lay him down on his side, then I lay down on my side and the water pushes around my hair, around our bodies.

I kiss his forehead and wrap an arm around his waist as my other hand finds his, lacing my fingers between his colder ones.

I close my eyes and hug my lover close.

And then I wait for the murky water to consume us.

Together.

- - -

Sucky.

I wrote this in school and I actually liked that one, but then I couldn't print it because all the printers were down >FuckTheEndOfTheSchoolYear< and I didn't have time to write it all down.

Sooo, I guess this will suffice.

Not proud of it though.

And sorry for all the one shots and not actual chapters in my stories.

I just don't…feel like writing stories right now haha.

And I realized that my story, So Far From Home, was my very first story..and it's still going kinda xD

Thanks so much for the reviews on my If It Means A lot To You fic. :D

You guys are amazing<3

 

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