Another day at school, another beatdown for Zachary.

Zachary lay in the bathroom room. His body was bruised and hurt. He struggled to breathe and move... He might have gotten kicked too hard on his ribcage.

"Fuck..." Zachary grunted in pain as he turned over to his side, struggling to get up. Damn did this hurt like hell... He grabbed the edge of the sink, using it as support to get back on his feet.

He huffed and puffed but eventually got onto his feet. At least he can stand, right? Zachary looked at himself in the mirror. His face was a mess; bruised cheek and eye and a bloody nose.

"You... Your back." Zachary said, looking at you in the mirror. Of course, you weren't there physically, duh. You were in his head. "I told you to get out, didn't i?"

"Well, yes. Yes, you did but I can't just leave so easily." You replied. Your voice echoed in his head. He had no idea what your motives were no matter what.

"Are you here to mock me?" Zachary questioned. His gaze narrowed and his grip tightened on the bathroom sink.