Zach was sleeping in his bed until he heard a door close.

'What was that,' He thought as he continued to lay down. He opened his eyes and saw he was facing the wall. As he stared at the wall he heard footsteps approach him. The person set a tray of food on his nightstand. Then they sat on his bed causing it to sink in and make him slightly uncomfortable. The person proceeded to rub his shoulder that was exposed from under the covers of the bed. He just continued to stare at the wall. Then he saw the person's hand and realized it was his mother.

"I love you Zachariah, please don't forget that." She softly said while pushing the hair out of his face. She then kissed the side of his head and silently made her way out of the room.

When his mother left he sat up letting the covers fall to his waste. "It's gotten cold," He quietly said as he hugged himself and rubbed his arms. He looked over to his desk and on the chair, he saw clothes and a gray hoodie neatly folded. He slowly got himself up feeling cold and a little weak. He made his way over to the chair and put on the Gray hoodie over his pajamas. Feeling a little warmer he grabbed the pile of clothes and put them on his wooden floor. He looked back over to his bed and saw the tray his mother had brought in. It had pancakes, eggs, orange juice, and a paper.

'I'll eat later,' he thought as grabs the paper and puts it in his bottom desk draw. He then sits down in his chair and looks at the picture on his desk. He felt an instant rush of sadness over him, but he couldn't cry. His eyes felt dry and irritated. He rubbed them with his hand and that somewhat soothed the irritation. He sat there for a while just looking at the picture.

'Why can't I have that back. I'd do anything to have them back. I want to be happy. I don't want to be like this.' He thought as he closed his eyes as he looked away to not see the happy people in the picture. When he opened his eyes, he was looking down at his journal. He reached out for it slowly he opened the book to the entry he had read yesterday. He hesitated to turn the page holding it in his hand.

'Come on Zach it's just a book get it together' He thought to himself angrily. He slowly turned the page and heard a buzzing. He looked around and found his scroll was on the ground plugged into the wall. He got up and walked across the cold floor. On the screen was a message from his mom.

'I love you.' That's all the message said. He swiped it away and tried not to cry. He put the phone into his pocket and returned to his chair with glossed eyes. He wiped his eyes and started to read.

'Entry 2'

'Where should I start. I mean it's been an eventful day. I'll start from the beginning. So last night we spent the night in my room. Neal slept in the floor on like 5 blankets and I slept in my bed. We woke up late. We were supposed to take an airship from here to Beacon. And it's a pretty long flight and this was the second of two that were leaving today. The only reason we woke up was thanks to mom. She came in and started yelling because we were going to be late. This sent us into a frenzy because we had to be at the airship dock in 30 minutes and it's a 25-minute walk there and we had luggage and weapons to carry. So, we were in a bit of a pickle.'

'I remember this,' Zach thought with a bitter-smile, 'my mom wouldn't stop freaking out.'

'We quickly got up and mom said she would clean up, so we could leave faster. We changed quickly and grabbed all our crap. I had a large pull along suitcase, a backpack, and my rifle. Neal had 2 large pull-alongs and his giant battle-axe. When we got out the door he had 20 minutes to get there. So, we made the 25-minute walk a 10-minute sprint. We carried our suitcases and we ran as fast as we could. When we got there, we were so tired, but the real kicker was the flight got delayed by 30 minutes due to bad weather. We wanted to just die when we heard that news. Nothing too eventful happened on the 2-hour ride there. But when I came out of the restroom on the ship I saw Neal bent over a trashcan throwing up. I asked about it and he said it was the alcohol. I then made fun of him for it calling him a light-weight and he told me to piss-off. So, I sat close enough to him to watch him while staying far enough away to smell his puke.'

'I never let him live that down. Every time we went out to drink I would tease him about it. It was f-fun.' Zach thought with a sniffle and single tear running down his face. After a few minutes he calmed down and continued to read.

'After the ride there, our stuff was taken to the ballroom and we were told that there was a meeting happening soon in the auditorium. We had no idea where that was. We somehow also got split up. Then after 20 minutes of looking I couldn't find Neal, so I took off my rifle and sat on a bench that was along a walk way. I closed my eyes for a couple seconds to rest then a girl, who I now know as Bridget, took my rifle and started to fiddle with it. What woke me up was the clink of metal when she switched the rifle to sword mode. She seemed surprised when I didn't make a scene for her touching my weapon. She introduced herself and we talked for a little bit. She led me to the auditorium and then she had to meet with friends, so I let her go. I was bummed because she was fun to talk to and she is pretty damn hot if you ask me.

'Bridget was the first friend I made at Beacon and she had a way with words that would always make you laugh. I miss her.' He thought to himself while staring at the page.

'Anyway, when we got to the auditorium we had to listen to a speech from the 'Great' Headmaster. He said something about us having wasted potential that needed guidance. I didn't care to listen. Afterwards another teacher came on and everyone got super quiet. I don't see why, people were talking during the headmaster's speech why was she different? She told us were sleeping in the ballroom, that we need to put our weapons in our assigned lockers, and that we were dismissed. After putting my stuff in my locker, I finally met up with Neal and we went to the auditorium. I guess since he was one of the biggest dudes in the room he was invited to wrestle with a group of guys and I sat under a window and watched. From what I can see Neal won't have a single problem making friends. After watching them I sharpened my new knife then decided to write this so. I'm tired, but today was pretty fun, I can't wait for initiation tomorrow.'

Zach closed the book. He stood slowly and stretched.

'That was two years ago, where did the time go … Why did they have to leave me?' He thought as the tears started to come back.

When he finally got himself together he looked at the clock. It said 3:45pm. 'I'm going to go take a walk.' Thinking about how stale the air in his room had gotten

He changed into black jeans, a maroon shirt, and a white hoodie. He put on his black and white tennis shoes and grabbed his scroll. He left his room shutting the door behind him. He was about to make his way down the stairs when he heard a door close. He turned and saw his mother.

Seeing her son out of his room made a smile come to her face. But she caught sight of his face. His hair was a bit of a mess, his face a little oily, and his normally bright blue eyes were filled with sadness. This caused her smile to falter for a second, but she went back to holding the smile as she spoke.

"Are you leaving Zach?"

"Yes." He replied quietly trying to hide the sadness in his eyes.

Seeing this she quickly took him into her embrace.

After pulling away she said, "Okay. Don't be out too long."

He nodded and turned to leave. As he made his way through the door he heard his mother say, "Love you." Which only made him close the door faster.

He left his porch and went down to the sidewalk. As he walked he felt the wind assault his back making him shiver.

'Better than being in there.' He thought while continuing to swiftly walk down the side walk away from his depressing house. After about half an hour he made his way into town. Sadly, it was just as depressing as his house. There was an overcast of dark clouds. There were few people in the town and those that were looked cold and almost a miserable as he did. He continued to walk through town his mind void of thought as he kept his head down. His forward momentum suddenly stopped as he ran into something causing him to fall. He saw a pair of black shoes and quickly looked up to the man's face.

They looked into each other's eyes. The man Zach ran into made to say something but stopped seeing the look in Zach's eyes. The look brought a frown to the blonde man's face. He saw the look of a broken man. Knowing the feeling all too well the blonde man brought Zach to his feet, patted him on the shoulder, and continued to walk off.

As the man walked off he turned to watch the man. 'How the hell can someone wear cargo shorts in this weather?' Zach wandered as he started to walk in the opposite direction of the blonde man. After a few more minutes of walking he saw something that caught his eye. It was a music shop. In the display glass in the front he focused on one thing. The brown ukulele. His eyes started to water as he stared at it. Noticing this he quickly turned and started to walk away which broke into a run as he started to cry. The cold wind hitting against his face as he ran caused more water to from in his eyes. After running for a good while he found himself in a park. He was tired and cold, but he didn't want to go home. Not yet at least. He sat on the swing set seeing that there were no kids around and pulled out his scroll. The home screen had the picture of his team at the beginning of their second year.

"Why did they have to die." He spoke quietly. "Why couldn't have protected them!" He yelled into his hands. "Why am I alive!" He yelled as he started to sob. He soon began to cry. As he cried is started to snow. When he finally looked up from his hands he saw a layer of white all around him. He stood to go home but he felt weak.

'Where the hell am I?' He thought as he looked around. He spotted a small playhouse that kids would use and quickly went in. He shut the window and door quickly. Then sat on the ground against one of the walls shivering. He felt a little warmer not having the wind blowing against him. His stomach soon growled loudly, and he felt tired. He slowly slumped onto the ground holding his knees trying to keep war.

"I'm sorry everyone." He mumbled as he sobbed. "I wasn't strong enough. Now I'm going to pay for it."

"Do your w-worst Oum because I've g-given up. He spoke through his sobs.

He continued to cry into he's knees as he slowly fell asleep inside that small play house as the snowstorm outside continued to pick up.

So. Not much to say. I hope some of ya'll enjoy the story. Remember to follow and favorite and to also review so I can improve. I'll talk to you in the next one.