Post by Zachary Mark Flaherty on Jan 22, 2010 19:03:36 GMT -5
I'm the son of rage and love
From the bible of none of the above
Zach laid on the couch, a blanket was over his legs and he was staring at the ceiling. He felt like shit, and he was gray. Not a normal pink color like everyone else, but more of a gray/purple/pink color. He had his hood over his head, though his hair was around his face with some of it on his face. He coughed again blood dripping around his mouth.
He around and shut his eyes. He felt so bad that he didn't even tell Sydney were he was. He wasn't sure how much time had past, though he should tell her, though she probably knew that he would just walk around the mall for a while, then actually get the food that he promised. Nope. He went straight to Stop and Shop and was now laying on Eliza's couch being sick.
He coughed again, the blood in his mouth tasted awful. He didn't do anything though. He didn't move, and he stared at the ceiling. He didn't have anything better to do. And Eliza wouldn't let him leave to go up two stories to go home. Nope. She wanted him here. Why? Because he said that Ember got his immune system and now he deathly sick for a small baby. He didn't want Ember to loose her life, nor did he want her to loose her father. He didn't want to die at all.
For a kid to loose their parents was just what he didn't want for his baby. He wanted her to life the live he always wanted for himself. And he didn't get that, but he wanted her to have a better life. A better childhood. He smiled at the thought of his baby girl. She was his pride and joy, and he loved her to pieces, and she loved him too.
Notes; rawwwwwr
Tag; Eliza
Credit;Joey did (:
