Okay, so here's a Zoke one-shot. Be warned, this is one of my more serious stories. This idea came to me while I was 'working' on my assignments ( Okay, I might of been playing games. So what? You can't stop me. Unless your my parents. Let's hope not).
So, read on...
Zoey's POV
I knew something was wrong when Mike wouldn't answer his phone.
Even though he had his days, he would always call me. Even though we went to different schools, we still lived in the same neighbourhood.
I was worried, so I went over to his house. I knocked on the door, but no-one answered. I opened the door & went inside (Mike gave me the keys to the house. His parents were ok with it).
'Mike,' I said, looking around. 'Where are you,'
I decided he might be in his room, so I headed towards his room. As I approached, I could hear him in his room.
'What do I have to live for anyway? No-one cares about me. And no-one understands either...'
As I opened the door, I saw Mike sitting on his bed, holding a knife.
Just as he was about to raise it to his neck, I screamed:
'Mike, no!'
I ran towards him, grabbed his hand the knife was in & tried to take it away from him. But he had an iron grip.
'Mike, please don't do this. I love you. Please don't,' I was in tears, begging him not to kill himself.
'Why?' Mike responded. 'Why shoudn't I? All I ever wanted was a normal life, but I got stuck with this damn disorder. The world's better off without me,'
'But what about me?' I said, tears streaming down my face. 'I love you. Your parents love you,'
'But your father hates me! Like the rest of the world! And besides, you deserve better than some freak...'
But I don't want someone else! Please Mike, don't do this...'
Mike's POV
As I sat there, about to kill myself, I started to think. What was I doing? How could I put my family through this? After all they've done for me?
Not to mantion Zoey. She was the best thing that's ever happened to me. How could I do this to her? After everything we've been through.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I put down the knife, took my hands and held Zoey in my arms.
'I'm so sorry,' I said, as she cried in my arms. 'I wasn't thinking straight,'
'Please, don't do that again. I love you,' Zoey said, tears still in her eyes.
'I love you too,' I said, looking into her eyes.
So there you have it! Review, no flames please. chosen out!