(TW AGAIN: Suicide, depression, Starvation)
(read if you donโt give a fuc about the tws)
Zachary sat on his bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone watching how perfect everyoneโs lives were, wishing that was him. He tried daydreaming slightly, imagining how his life could be perfect and nothing bad happened. He lost it as soon as he heard the door click open. Marco peeked through. Zachary snapped out of his perfect little imaginary life, trying not to lose it.
โHey, uh- me and the boys are going out to get some pizza. Wanna come?โ
Zachary shook his head, not wanting to socialize.
โAight. seeya.โ
Marco shut the door, and soon Zachary heard Marcoโs car revving and pulling out of the water saturated driveway. He was alone, with his thoughts.
Trying not to starve himself, Zachary got up, deciding to make something quick and easy to eat. But soon realizing he wasnโt hungry, he went back to his room.
Zachary texted Marco, seeing when heโd be home
โhey. what time r u gonna b home?โ
No response. Marco was probably busy. Again.
Marco came home late, around 1 am.
โIโm home!โ
He shouted, but to no opening door or Zachary peeking out over the couch.
He walked in the kitchen, nothing. The utensil drawer was opened though.
He opened Zacharyโs room, and there he wasโฆ
Lying dead on his bed.