Waking up in his bed didn't feel right. It felt like he wasn't there, like he shouldn't be there. It didn't feel the same as when he'd wake up in that bed before Beacon. Rolling over to his bedside table he saw a meal on a tray with a note. He didn't bother to read it. He was pretty sure it was from his mother with her being the only other in the house. His father was sent to help with the Grimm invasion and his older brother was nowhere to be found. No one knows where he went or if he's dead. He was just missing.
He looked over to his silver alarm clock and saw it was well past 1:00pm. He rolled back over to try to escape back to sleep. But before he could try to drift off he heard a knock at the door.
"Zachariah, sweetie, are you awake?" His mother said barely above a whisper with a slight hint of sadness.
He didn't respond. He simply continued to face the white wall his bed was next to. His mother let herself in. He didn't mind, but he didn't want to talk so he decided to stay quiet. His mother walked over to his bed and saw the food that was now cold was also untouched. Then she saw her son. His black hair a mess and his face looks like it hadn't been washed in at least a week.
'He probably hasn't left his bed after his father got the call to leave,' she thought while staring at her child.
She continued to stay there for just a couple more minutes. She sat down on his bed and started to rub his shoulder that was exposed from his dark blue bed sheets. He felt a warming presence from her touch.
"I know you can't hear me right now b-but," Her voiced cracked. "I love you please always remember that."
He could hear the sadness in her voice. His mother slowly got up to leave and he felt her weight leave his bed. He felt a wave of cold air when she got up. She silently walked to the door and opened it slowly. Before she left she turned to him. He continued staring at the wall.
"I love you," She said it just above a whisper before she left.
When she closed the door, he could hear her start to quietly cry as she walked away down the hallway. This caused a wave of sadness to wash over him and his eyes started to water. He was always told that he could only cry in the loss of someone. In this he told himself that it was okay to cry because he'd loss so many people. So many people were gone, and he would never see them again. He lost Neal. He had lost his best friend. They had been together since they were little. They were neighbors. They played together. They enrolled at Signal together. They enrolled at Beacon together. They stood against everything together. He lost Bridget. She was the fearless leader of team Banzai. She always knew what to do. He lost Irene. She was his love. She was the one he wanted to be with till the end. He lost so many more friends that just his team. Thinking of this made him cry more and more slowly getting louder. He tried to muffle his cries with his pillows. He didn't like to cry even if it was okay according to what he was taught. He wanted to be strong, to remember them while being happy. But he couldn't stop. He just kept on crying and crying even when he had thought he couldn't have more tears he did, and the crying continued. When he finished it was dark in his cold and lonely room.
He rolled over to look out the window. He saw it was dark and looking at his alarm clock once more and saw it was well past eight and almost nine. He sat up in his bed. His greasy black hair fell in his eyes, he didn't bother to move it. His unwashed face was oily. His hands felt dirty with dirt under his nails. The last time he had taken a shower was when he got home, and his mother washed him because he didn't have the strength to stand. He fell asleep in the bath and when he woke he woke to the news of his father had to leave, his brother was missing, and everyone and almost everything he knew was gone. He only left to use the bathroom once a day. That's all he needed since he wasn't eating. He would just try to sleep so he didn't have to remember and cry over the loss of everything. But even sleep wouldn't let him escape. In his dreams he saw everything on fire, things being destroyed, people dying, and finally at the end of his dreams he would see a giant flash of white that came from the CCT. He would wake in a sweat and start to cry.
He slowly got out of bed and put on new clothes he found folded on the chair in his room. They were a white T-shirt and black and blue checkered pajama pants. He went to the bathroom and washed his face and hands. He looked in the mirror. He saw a mess of hair, the small cuts on his face, and finally the eyes he didn't recognize. They had bags despite the amount of sleep he had. They were also sunken in and were bloodshot. He slowly made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. As he did this he felt a rush of cold air then he legs buckle and fell down the last 5 wooden stairs. At the bottom he just laid there feeling useless, not being able to stand by himself. His mother quickly ran over to him when she saw that he made the noise.
As his mother helped him up he could hear her talking but was unable to make out what she was saying. He just stared at his mother. Her raven hair was a mess being unkept and unwashed. Her eyes were just as bad as his. There were sunken in, bloodshot, and had fatigue. He could easily tell his mother had been crying still seeing the streaks the tears left on her face. Seeing this made him cry. He just wrapped his arms around his mother and cried. She was warm and felt welcoming. She made no move to leave or to push him away. Instead she just deepened the embrace and he loved his mother for it. After 10 minutes he got himself under control and made to push away. His mother didn't let him but instead kept hold of him. That's when he realized she was crying too. After staying together for ten more minutes they made their way to the kitchen.
His mother forced him sit at the table. He could smell something that brought memories from before beacon. That's when he saw his favorite meal. Homemade lasagna, Oreo pie with chocolate pudding, and a large class of milk. When his mother set these things in front of him he couldn't help but just smile. He looked at this and just couldn't stop smiling or from letting a single tear run down his face. He looked at his mother and she had a small smile on her face too. Her eyes looked less dark and had a hint of happiness in them. He took a piece of the lasagna and put it on one of the shite plates that were sat around the table. He handed it to his mother who simply pushed it back to him. He wouldn't eat until she did. He cared to much about her. He pushed it back and she accepted with a nod and a smile. He smiled back and took a piece for himself. They sat and ate their lasagna and pie in quiet. It was a happy silence and he enjoyed it. When they finished his mother collected the dishes and put them in the sink.
She finally broke the silence saying, "Zach I have a gift for you."
She handed him a small box. He couldn't open it fast enough. Inside the brown box caused him to cry. It was his brown journal and his scroll. He had these things since he started Beacon two years ago. These had all the memories of what him and his team went through. He jumped up and hugged his mother as tight as he could.
"I love you, mom." He said through his tears of joy.
He made to run away and back to his room, not realizing how weak he was at this current moment. He slammed hard onto the floor of the kitchen. He hated it because we wanted to be strong at least in front of his mother as much as possible. His mother made to help him, but he held up a hand for her to stop. He used the chair to help himself up and slowly walked away using the wall to support him while holding the box in his other hand. His mother followed him to make sure he got up the stairs and back to his room. When he closed the door, he put the box on his desk and sat in the desk chair. He carefully took out the journal and his scroll from the box and set the box on the floor. He turned on the scroll for it to boot up and opened his journal. In the front was a picture of him and his team on the first day of their second year in the dorm.
The one taking the picture was Bridget. She stood to the left closest to the camera. She had long flowing dirty blonde hair, was toned, brown eyes, tan, about 5'10", and a chest that caught more guys attention than she liked. Behind her sat on the bed was Irene. She had her legs crossed with her head tilted slightly and smiling. She had shorter blue hair, she was light skinned, had blue eyes that matched her hair, about 5' 6", and her bust was slightly below average. She had fox blue fox ears and a large bushy tail that matched her hair, but her ears and tail were tipped white. Standing behind the bed was Neal. He was flexing to show off his toned muscles. He was six feet tall, toned, Short-messy brown hair, blue eyes, somewhat tan, and was shirtless in the picture. Finally, On the far right was me. I was standing in front of the bed with my hands in my pockets smiling. My somewhat long hair brushed back making me look like a lion with a black mane, Slightly tanned skin, Light blue eyes, I'm somewhat muscular nothing to impressive, and I'm a tiny bit taller than Bridget.
Seeing this picture caused something to come up inside him. Just seeing everyone so happy and enjoying life made him feel sad because he's the only one left. As he stared at this picture he thought he had ran out of tears, but he couldn't help but cry. He leaned onto the desk and cried into his arms. As he cried he slowly fell asleep and as he fell asleep the picture slipped out of his hand and fell onto his wooden desk.
Hey. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I don't really have much to say, but feedback is great I don't care what it is I just hope on person enjoys my writing. I won't put any spoilers here, but I might explain something that happened if people get confused. So anyway, I hope you enjoy and continue reading. (: