Hey yall…well I haven't been on here in a minute but if there's an excuse for it I guess this would be the best one. Well to put it straight forward I'm working on a book to try to be published and guess what it's completely similar to this. Believe it or not Zero Hour was a story I thought of and dreamt and I figured it was too dark to write. I got over it and decided to put it on Fanfiction to see if indeed that was the case but I was wrong. Everyone loved this story and showed me so much support which further pushed me to write it as a real story. The book about it is very much detailed and has a different plot but is very darker in places other people wouldn't want to write about but I like to push the boundaries. It's very far from being done but I thought since now I'm out of high school and that I like to write that I should give it a shot. I haven't forgotten about my stories but you must understand how difficult it is to write a full out novel and not have much time. I gave myself a little loop hole to write another chapter and I will get back to writing Zero Hour (the book) and will see what goes from there. I would like to thank everyone who read my stories and have been patient on me….it really means a lot. I know yall didn't come here to read a bunch of sappiness lol so here's the story.
ZERO HOUR
It's morning now and I staring out of the window from my bed. I didn't get much of any sleep last night…just a lot of thinking. For a girl said to be "smart" as me I never thought this hard in my life. Considering what I've been planning I think a lot of thought was needed. I get up and groan which immediately causes me to fall back down on my bed. I raise my shirt slightly to reveal my bruised ribs. Their completely black and purple, I know some of them broke in the past from the beatings so that might be what's it. I literally put up with months of their shit and managed to live this long.
Minus my little suicide attempt last night…
I cried and cried and cried so much for so long, but last night I stopped. I switch to planning and thinking which consumed my whole night last night. I think I may have only gotten 2 hours of sleep in total in chunks. "This shit is unreal!" I scream out at myself considering where I'm at now in my life. I would have never thought in a million year that I would be tortured by the people I saw as close friends…family.
I push the thoughts away from them in my mind and get up slowly and proceed to do my morning deeds. After about ten minutes I'm done and I put on my clothes, which was a hassle to do considering the beat up state my body is in. I walk back in my room and pick up my bag when something falls out. I look at what fell and see a picture of Logan and I. I instantly flare up rip the photo into shreds. "I hate this bitch" I mutter to myself and those thoughts come back. All night I had these violent thoughts and I couldn't shake them. I'm not a violent person I never was, but that sure comes into question in these thoughts I've been having. I again shake them and get myself towards the door but then it hits me. I almost took my life because of stupidity from some assholes I once knew as friends and Logan?
Don't even get me started on what he did to me, and then it starts again. The thoughts get deeper and deeper to the point where I mutter to words that I knew would come sooner or later.
"Fuck it"
I look around and it didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. I pick it up, out it in my bag, and I'm off. I walk down the street thinking about the events which took place last night. I hit a level of betrayal I thought wasn't possible and trust me I thought I seen it with Cece and the others, but Logan.
That one hit me harder by the fact that he toyed with me and made me believe he was in my side, only for him to fuck me and reveal his true colors. I feel my eyes get wet and I quickly wipe the tears away from my face.
I'm pissed…
I hear chatter and look up to see that I'm right in front of my school. I place where I enjoyed to be for years of my life, but now I hate it with a passion and everyone is soon going to find out. I push my way through the crowd and make my way to my locker. I start to do the usual in packing books for my classes when I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I swear even that small tap hurt.
I turn to face whoever it was and I see a face that I REALLY don't want to see…Logan. I start to shake and I clutch my bag tightly. Then my thoughts creep back in, my hand reaches in my bag holding on to anything at that point I just need something to hold onto.
"Rocky?" Logan says as I snap out of my trance. I was soon back to my dark mood when I saw his face. I wanted to rip into him right now but now wasn't the perfect time I reasoned. I stare at him and ignore him turning back towards my locker before anything happened.
"No we need to talk" Logan says as he turns me to face him. I feel about in my bag and feel something cold and keep my hand on it and I decide to talk. "I don't have shit to say to you" I reply and Logan looks down.
"Look about last night I-" He stopped suddenly and I know why. The "cold" thing I had my hand on was partially out and I think it got his attention. I look back up at Logan and I see he has a look of fear. Not just your average fear I mean pure fear.
"Rocky you're not thinking clearly" I hear Logan say lowly and that causes me to laugh. I found it funny how I'm the one who isn't thinking clearly when I've been put through all this drama for no damn reason. I pull out the object a little more but at this point I think he got what it was.
The gun…
I thought about this all night…I can't fight them with ignoring them, so I'm going to end all of this once and for all. I begin to take out the gun fully to start my attack on those who attacked me when I'm pushed into a dark room. I get up to see Logan pushed me into a janitor's closet and he's kicked the gun away from me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Logan yells at me as I continue to stare up at him from the floor. "What's wrong with me? I'm fed up with this and I'm fighting back!" I yell back. "You ditched me and was just the same like everyone else."
Logan looks at me and says "Rocky you don't know how bad I wanted to defend you, but I can't let Cece do what she said she would if she caught us talking"
"And what is that?" I ask with the least concern.
"Kill you" Logan answers.
I never thought she would go that far with this. I mean yeah she hates me now but enough to kill me? I stare at the floor and look back up at Logan and say "Well I did almost blow my brains out last night after you and your gang left" I say coldly. Logan just stares at me and I get a reaction I never thought I would've gotten from anyone recently.
He cries
I'm taken a back, I never knew anyone would cry for me the way my life has been going but I guess I was wrong. Logan can't even look at me as he continues to cry and he says these words which turns my actions and plans around.
"Rocky go home and think hard"
I didn't hesitate and grab my bag and leave. Logan still had the gun but I think even if I asked for it he wouldn't have gave it back after what I just told him. I walk out of school and go down the street to the subway station. I wait for the train and I start to think about what I potentially was about to do. I was going to kill Logan, Cece, Deuce, Gunther, Tinka, basically everyone who gave me hell and then my life would've been over.
I need to think this through….it's getting really deep now
ZERO HOUR
