Things change

Part 97

*Everyones eyes turned to him. Confusion filled the room. His black hair was a mess. A few strands of it laid on his forehead while he had huge bags under his eyes. Your jaw DROPPED to the ground as You Ethan and Charles all ran down the isle. Immediately being in his embrace as soon as you reached him.*
Y/n: What the fuck! H-How the hell are you-
Zack: Shh *He hugged you tighter. His own tears falling as Charles and Ethan stood in despair.*
Zack: I'm so fucking glad you're alive *He lowered his head in the crook of your neck.*
Y/n: B-But you died?! How are you here right now?! *You grasped his shoulders tighter and shook your head*
Zack: No *He pulled away and looked in your eyes.* is this all of you? *He looked up to Charles and Ethan for answers...or any kind of sentimental hope.
Y/n: This is it Zack *he slowly looked around the room and eventually back down to you. It hit him...you knew who he was thinking about as he looked into your eyes for reassurance. You slowly shook your head and pulled him back into a hug.*
Zack: H-He's in that casket isn't he?
*You bit your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut. He let out a heartbreaking sigh and stared at the ground...*
Police: Alright take him back.
Y/n: What? *You looked back at the cop walking down the isle*
Police: NOW
*Zack's arms were ripped from your body as they pulled them behind his back.*
Y/n: No No No! You can't take him back! *You reached forward to try and stop the cop.*
Charles: Y/n stop *He pulled you back and held you tightly in his arms*
Y/n: NO! What the fuck! What was the point of bringing him here! *Your whole body shook and tears streamed down your face...*
Police: How do you know him? *The cop pointed to your face as he walked back in*
Y/n: You said no more questions! *You screamed...you were more then furious*
Police: HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM *He yelled back. Grabbing you from Charles.*
Blake: HEY *him and Preston ran by you guys.*
Police: You wanna keep up this snotty attitude? I can fucking arrest you right HERE
Blake: You cant arrest her you have no proof of anything.
Police: We have MANY tapes
Blake: Of what? Grayson killing someone?! Shes not him
Officer Lee: Let her go. We need to take this to court before any arresting happens.
*The police officer gave Blake a disgusted look and pushed you away from him.
Police: TOMORROW. Mark my fucking words   y/n
*Blake held you in his arms as the cop screamed at you. You fucking gripped his tuxedo and cried your eyes out.*
Y/n: I wanna go home. I wanna go home now *Blake held your face close to his chest and hugged you tighter.*
Priest: E-Everyone can go now...
Mom: Y/n come on
*Blake sighed and let go of you. Everyone flooded the isle and started to leave...*
Charles: What the actual fuck just happened.
Ethan: Zack's alive.... He's ALIVE
Charles: It doesn't make sense. He died in the explosion that Calvin placed on Noah's building?! I literally watched it happen!
Blake: Who was he?
Ethan: one of Graysons main men
Preston: Let's just get out of here. I can't stand these people anymore
Security: Stay safe
*Blake furrowed his brows as he nodded and walked out with the rest of them.*
Mom: Y/n who was that?
Y/n: I don't wanna fucking talk about it
*You slammed the car door shut and walked right up to your bedroom. This was not how today was supposed to go. God you fucking wanted to rip your hair out.
Y/n: God damnit! *You struggled to pull down your dress. You pulled on it over and over again until you heard a loud tear.
Y/n: Fuck *You threw the dress on the ground and kicked off your heals. Standing in your underwear trying to find anything to wear.*
Blake: I'm heading over to y/n's
Preston: I don't think that's a good idea
Blake: It's not negotiable
Preston: Whatever you say Blake
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*You came across a white and red champion hoodie. You ran your hands down the sleeves, feeling the fabric. It belonged to him. It was your 18th birthday when you took it from Grayson. Without a second thought you put it on, along with some black leggings. You laid under the covers staring at the ceiling. Nothing but a single tear falling.
~KNOCK KNOCK~
Y/n: Im not talking to you right now mom *you exhaled through your nose and closed your eyes...*
Blake: It's Blake...
*You sat up in bed as he opened your bedroom door. He was dressed in a black tee shirt and light colored jeans.*
Y/n: Blake *You whispered under your breath as you crawled out of bed and pulled him into a hug.
Blake: Your mom let me in...*he sighed deeply and pulled you closer. It was silent...tears fell from your face as time passed.
He pulled back took both of his thumbs and wiped the tears on your face. His own forming up in his eyes...
Y/n: I miss him Blake *You looked down...*
Blake: I know y/n *He whispered and stared at you...*
Y/n: I wish things didn't end like this. I really fucking do.
Blake: There was nothing you could have done *He shook his head while tears now fell from his face.*
Y/n: It's my fault...
Blake: No it's not
Y/n: Yes it is Blake. He's dead because of me *Your voice cracked on the last word. Pain filled your entire body while you knew it was true...*
Blake: Y/n it's not
Y/n: Yes it is Blake
Blake: Y/n
Y/n: He would still be here if I just listened to him! He told me to leave with bailey and- *You choked on your tears and look him in the eyes.* a-and I should have fucking stayed with her. But I ran back and fucking got him killed! He saved my life and took his instead Blake! It is my fucking fault *You threw your head into your hands as you sat back on the edge of your bed.
Blake: It is NOT your fault y/n. *His jaw was clenched as his tone of voice was stern.* Ben already had all the fucking intentions in the world to throw the bomb. The battlefield wasn't that big and he knew exactly where me and Grayson were hiding. If you didn't show up, you and me both know that bomb would have been aimed right towards me AND Grayson. Stop fucking blaming yourself. Grayson loved you more then anything and anyone y/n. He would die over and over again just to save your life if he could. You know that. *He crossed his arms and pulled you back up, holding your chin in his hands.*
Blake: Please y/n
*You hugged him once again...you knew he was right but found it very hard to believe...*
Y/n: Its just so frustrating Blake *You cried your eyes out onto his shoulder. His whole body was tense as he let out a deep sigh.*
Blake: I know...
Y/n: I don't wanna be here anymore. I'm tired of waking up knowing he's not right by my side. It hurts so fucking much
Blake: It's gonna be okay I promise.
Y/n: No it's not! He was just fucking ripped from me. And I can't fucking do anything about it
Blake: I know... *He pulled back and stared into your teary eyes. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into your bed and sat on the opposite side, staring down at the white sheets.*
Blake: Lets watch something. Just to get our mind off of it for now okay? *You nodded and handed him your tv remote. Hours and hours passed and you eventually dozed off. The time was now 8:24 pm. Blake walked over and placed his hand on your shoulder and gently woke you up.*
Blake: I have to get going...have a good night and text me if you need anything okay? *He furrowed his brows as he looked into your eyes. You nodded, watching him leave your dark room. You weren't able to fall back asleep. All you could think about was him. Your thoughts were dark...you pushed them away and focused on your ceiling. It felt like you were going insane.
You stood up and walked into your bathroom, facing the mirror. You looked like a mess.
Tear stains down your face, hair all over the place. God...these thoughts wouldn't leave your head. All you heard was "Do it". "It will be worth it". "you will finally be with him again."
Tears fell from your face as you walked over to your shower and grabbed the razor on the shelf. Your breath was shaky as you ran your finger down the handle. Your hand was trembling as you grabbed the razor and detached the head. Pulling the blade out of the case. "do it y/n" "DO IT". Tears fell from your face as you placed it against your wrist. "Just do it" you looked away and dug the blade into your skin. Pulling it further down your arm. You scrunched your face and made another cut right next to it. Blood dripped off your arm and right onto your leg. You continued to make a third cut deeper and deeper into your skin...
Ethan: Y/N