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Broken Soul

Series: The Freshman

Pairing: Zig x MC

Author’s Note: I just wanna thank @zigzaggersfanclub for reblogging my previous fanfic! My activity showed ‘No Notes’ until you boosted my post 12hrs later. If it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t have continued writing. Thank you so much. X

The skies darkened, streetlights coming on one after another, filling up the path that leads to the fountain. Vanny sat by her window, a lighted cigeratte slipped between her fingers - watching people stroll along the campus as the silence lingered in the air she breathed.

She waited for hours, cooped up in her little safe space, only to push open her bedroom door into an unlit hallway. The apartment was pitch black; so eerily quiet that she could hear the gentle wind sweep across her skin. Am I so easily forgotten? She asked herself, tears welling up her tired eyes as she tilted her head back to hold them in.

That same morning, they said they’d save her. She placed her last bit of hope on her closest friends who swore to get her out of her self-torture. Yet, it turned out to be a hasty promise they thought too simply. It’s never easy to fix a broken soul; just because she smiled doesn’t mean she’s not depressed anymore.

Am I building up my walls too high, or is it that nobody tried to tear it down at all?

She wasn’t gonna stay sober. Alcohol was the only thing that would take away her pain, although temporary. In no longer than an hour, she took to get ready just like she did for the past 3 weeks. Slipping on a cropped spaghetti top and a short skirt hugging tightly around her curves, she yearned for those wandering eyes that’d make her feel noticed.

She knew she’s an emotional wreck, but refused to allow her facade to give it away. Pulling out her phone, the shortcut on her home screen brought up a list of clubs near her location. As much as she enjoyed the attention; attracting looks from men who constantly hit her up knowing she’s alone, she dreaded having to deal with them. Hence, she never returns to a club she had been before; lest the harrassment.

———

Stepping into the all-new sleek and modern club, the environment differed from the rest. With a large illuminated dance floor set in the middle, most of the sofa seats were enclosed within tinted walls. The only place she could look at were the bar stools, where she noticed this place offered an extensive selection of the strongest liquor. Exactly what she needed.

“Graveyard,” Vanny called out to the bartender, before he raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you sure?”

“Never been so sure. Dozen,” she confidently replied, prepared to get herself wasted. The floor vibrated with the loud music, DJ spinning the latest EDM tracks, and viola; her drinks were ready. “Take it easy,” the bartender warned, “these aren’t to be messed with.”

Holding up her first shot glass filled with tequila, whiskey, vodka, rum and gin - she gulped it down without hesitation. It was so strong, sending her throat a slight burn. Her mouth warmed instantly as she picked up another. It wasn’t until half the tray was cleared when she felt her body lighter, euphoric.

All of a sudden, her mind buzzed with joy. The thumping beat of the bass weaved her into the crowd on the dance floor. Throwing her hands up, she swayed her hips sexily, following the tempo of the music. There was no fear nor tension as strangers brushed against each other, dancing like it was an addiction they couldn’t quit. It didn’t take long before a pair of hands slipped up her waist from the back, grinding her. She turned her head around to meet the eyes of a young, blonde hunk smiling - as he briefly pressed his hard-on up her bum.

“Excuse me,” Vanny snarled and scurried out of the pack.

She knew that man wasn’t gonna give it up, retreating to the bar where the last 6 shots of hers sat waiting. Taking in a deep breath, she chugged 3 shots down at once. It almost claimed her sanity as she fell back on the stool, slowly losing the strength on her limps.

“Damn. You’re one tough lady,” the hunk whispered into her ears, resting his hand on her side. “Wanna come into my cubicle? We’ll get all the privacy,” He winked, drifting his hand upwards as he jerked his chin to the tinted walls.

That’s it. That’s the last straw. She gathered all her might and stood up on her feet. Taking 2 more shots before she was certained she wouldn’t make it if she took the last. While her vision blurred and balance off, she staggered out the club as fast as she could.

———

Strolling to his car after a couple of drinks at his favourite dive bar, a familiar silhouette ahead caught his attention. Her red, wavy mid length hair reminded him of the girl he met this morning at the cafe. Is that her? Zig wondered.

All she felt was her universe spinning, as she stumbled left and right. Zig watched as the blonde hunk caught up behind her. “Playing hard to get, babe?” The man muttered, hands grabbing her exposed skin below her cropped top. Her body was close to shutting down, feeling groggy and seconds to blacking out after 11 shots of graveyard. She tried so hard to push away and break free from the man who was taking advantage of her vulnerability, but it was clear she couldn’t possibly succeed.

Realizing the situation, Zig dashed forward, closing the distance between them before he snapped. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing, bastard?”

“Mind your own business,” the man grumbled and glared.

She couldn’t make out who it was, but recognized the voice. Before she could call out to Zig, her body caved in and fell into the arms of the hunk - incapable of holding her own weight.

“Vanessa!” Zig shouted, immediately snatching her away from the other man’s embrace. “You can fucking try to touch her again and see what I’ll do to you,” he lashed out, his mind engulfed by rage.

Knowing they’re acquainted, the man left before troubles approached him.

With an intoxicated being slumped over his thighs, Zig shook and called her name but there wasn’t any response. She completely blacked out on a barista she just met the same morning.

Shit. I don’t even have a clue where you live, Van.

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