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Nexus	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally,nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Nexus
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
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Part 11:
The two weeks that lead up to Zack entering the Orange County Eating Disorder Treatment centre seemed to go too fast for anyone’s liking. While Brian did originally tell him that he would be spending the entire two weeks at his house with him, there were more then a few nights where Brian would instead go home to his girlfriend, leaving Zack in a compromising situation with all his temptations and hazards.
The first few times this happened, Zack stayed strong and threw himself head first into books, television shows, movies, practice his guitar or even porn just to make sure he wasn’t tempted. But eventually his resilience wore down and not even the things that always used to consume his thoughts quickly disappeared and he would always find himself at the toilet bowl, a mixture of blood and his stomach contents waiting at the bottom of the toilet, mocking his weakness.
In some way, Zack was excited about going into the treatment centre but he was also terrified of finally confronting his demons.
The day had finally arrived and at 9 o’clock exactly that morning, he heard a loud honking coming from outside of his house. Brian looked over at him with an almost guilty look lingering in his brown eyes before he reached down and heaved Zack’s heavy suitcase out of the house and into the large, black waiting Range Rover that contained their three other band mates.
Brian climbed into the empty passenger seat while Zack was pulled into the back seat and forced to sit in the middle of Jimmy and Johnny, who were smiling widely at him. Jimmy casually wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulders and couldn’t help but grin as Zack’s body stiffened slightly.
“What? You don’t even wanna cuddle me anymore, Zacky?” Jimmy asked only loud enough for that pair to hear. “You always used to love it.”
Zack tilted his head slightly to look at the much taller, lankier drummer, narrowing his eyes slightly but there was a distinct grin still on his lips. “One day you’re just going to have to get over me.”
Jimmy leant down closer to Zack’s ear and whispered into it, “Never!”
Zack smiled but didn’t respond with anything. His nerves were definitely starting to get the better of him the closer that they came to the centre. He could feel his heart start beating erratically when he saw the cream coloured building grow closer and closer as Matt drove down the street and towards it.
He felt his breath catch in his throat when he saw his family standing outside of the centre. When he finally remembered how to breathe, he felt the emotion over take him. When Matt pulled to a stop right next to his parent’s old blue sedan, he pushed past Jimmy to run over and embrace his mother, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he clung to her for dear life, while she ran her slender, long fingers through his hair, her own emotions also getting the better of her.
When he did pull back from the embrace, he looked at her, a slight smile creeping across his lips. “What are you all doing here?” He asked as he looked around at his family, his father and his brother looking slightly awkward.
“Do you honestly not think we wouldn’t be here to wish you well?” His sister asked with a kind smile.
“Thank you.” Zack said quietly as he walked over to her and embraced her.
“C’mon Zack. You can’t be late for this.” Matt said as gently as he could.
Zack turned his head to look at his band mates, who were already approaching the front door. He started following them, his family hot on their heels behind him. He could still feel his heart beating erratically as he approached the front door, a cold sense of fear washing over his body as he entered the centre.
The large group approached the desk that was less then ten metres away from the big, heavy door they’d just opened and closed. The lady behind the desk looked up as she heard their footsteps and smiled as Zack approached the white marble desk.
“Zack Baker, is it?” The lady asked, still smiling as she looked over the notes she had in front of her. Zack nodded mutely in response to her question. “You’re the last to arrive.” She added, scribbling something on one of the many pieces of paper. “Unfortunately, friends and families are not permitted past the desk, so please say you good byes now so I can show you to your room and the program can begin.”
“Are we not allowed past here at all?” Brian asked as the hand he had rested on Zack’s shoulder tightened considerably.
“You will be given five visiting opportunities over the three month program to visit your friend, but at this time, you will be not be authorized or permitted to enter this facility.” The lady behind the desk said, her face turning slightly less friendly.
Zack turned around from the woman, not wanting an all out fight to enthrall between her and Brian in particular. He turned to his right, and looked at his family first. He smiled as he looked at his mother, thanking her first before embracing her. He then repeated the process another three times to his brother, his sister and then finally his father.
He then turned to his left and looked at his four band mates, all looked remarkably more upset then his family. He took a deep breath, this was going to be a lot harder saying goodbye then he ever possibly imagined. He turned to Johnny first, a sad smile coming over the bassists’ face as Zack reached out and wrapped his arms around the small man’s frame.
“Thank you.” Zack said quietly into his ear as he felt the other man start to quiver slightly. He ran a hand down his back in a soothing sort of way. “It’ll be alright. I’ll be fine so don’t make me worry about you too!” He added with a slight laugh.
“I wish I could be as strong as you.” Johnny said quietly through a muffled sob. “I know you can beat this.”
Zack pulled back from the embrace after a few more minutes, smiling softly as he watched the tears that graced the short man’s usually strong face. It pained him to see one of his close friends in that much pain over something he’d done. He took another deep breath as he turned to Jimmy, tears already lacing his bright blue eyes. He leant forward and wrapped his arms around the tall, gangly drummer.
“Thank you.” Zack said quietly, barely able to reach the drummer’s ear but it was only loud enough for the pair to hear. “Thank you for being there for me when sometimes no one else would and thank you for giving me the dose of reality I desperately needed.”
“You’re gonna be fine, kid. I know it.” Jimmy said with a loud sniff. “You’re gonna make me proud Zacky.”
Zack pulled back from the second embrace after a couple more minutes, smiling softly while the tears ran down his pale face, the same thing happening to the usually composed and unbreakable drummer. The pain he’d caused him hurt too much to look as he turned to face his singer, whose hazel eyes were turning almost a shade of green from the tears that were threatening to escape.
He leant forward and threw himself hard at the singer, his thin arms barely wrapping around the man he’d known for almost all of his life’s muscular body. He didn’t even have the power to contain the tears as they fell from his eyes in quick succession and drenched Matt’s shirt, but neither one seemed to mind at all.
“Thank you.” Zack said after he remembered how to talk, his arms tightening impossibly around Matt’s torso. “Thank you for being the best friend I could ever hope for. I know you always have my best interests at heart and I thank you for looking out for me.”
“I would never have anything but your best interests at heart.” Matt said quietly, the tears silently running down his face. “Remember we’re all going to be here watching and waiting to see the amazing new you. And remember we are always going to be there to support you.”
Zack pulled back after a few minutes and smiled once again at his singer before he finally turned towards the final member of his band. He took a deep breath as he took in the lead guitarist, his heart beating into his throat as he struggled with the sight of the man he’d always deemed ‘perfection’ and the man he’d always wanted desperately to be, standing there with the tears escaping from his brown eyes and down his perfectly chiseled face.
It took him a moment before he leant forward and wrapped his arms the tightest he ever had around the lead guitarist, who squeezed his rhythm just as hard back. The pair clung desperately to each other as the anxiety of being separated for even a moment washed over them. Zack didn’t care that they were making a scene and quite possibly looked like they were gay, his heart thrumming desperately against his chest as he stressed about the fact that he was going to be parted from the other man for a fair amount of time.
“Thank you.” Zack said quietly into Brian’s ear as he squeezed his arms impossibly tighter around the other man’s body. “I don’t know what I could do without you. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Brian said in almost one breath. “I will not break my promise to you. I will make sure you beat this, Zacky.”
“Thank you.” Zack repeated himself as he finally pulled back from the other man, and as he turned to his left one more time, he could see the lady that was behind the large marble desk standing there, clipboard firmly under her arm with a very strict look on her face.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but we really must get you going along Zack. The first meeting was meant to start ten minutes ago.” She said, a tense smirk coming across her face. “Just remember, that all of you can ring at any time and leave a message with any of our friendly staff but you will only be able to talk to Zack on the allocated visiting days and hours.”
“Thank you.” Matt said politely, but secretly he was quite annoyed by her tone of voice.
“Come, Zack.” The receptionist said sternly and turned to make sure Zack had picked up his suitcase and was following behind her.
He turned around once more to wave at his departing friends and family before fixating his attention firmly on where the receptionist was leading him, He followed her up the elaborate marble stairs until she stopped outside of what looked like a hotel room, the cream painted door had a number ‘7’ nailed to it.
“This will be your room.” She said as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing his new home for the next three months.
He barely had a minute to step inside the lavish room, only able to put his suitcase at the end of the bed before he was whisked out of the room and was told to follow her to the end of the corridor to where a large reception hall was. The receptionist opened the large door that opened out into a bright room that had six people already sitting in there and there was a spare seat that looked like it was waiting for him.
The receptionist took her leave almost immediately, leaving Zack standing over ten metres from the group. He felt incredibly nervous as he saw the six people already there turn around and look at him curiously. The only female in the room looked up and smiled at Zack.
“Hello, you must be Zack?” The woman asked, a distinct British accent coming through. “Please come and join us.” She added and watched as Zack awkwardly made his way over to the group and took the only spare seat in the circle. “I am Dr. Ashton Frazer and I will be your therapist, along with the other five men here for the next three months. There will also be another therapist, Dr. Alex Thomas that will be here a couple of days every week that will be able to assist you on the days I cannot be here.”
She took a deep breath as she opened up the folder that was sitting on her lap and pulled out a notepad of lined paper and a black pen, ready to write down any notes. “I thought that for our first exercise today, we could all go around the group and each of you could tell us all a little bit of your story and what you hope to achieve while being here.” She said before turning to the first man on her right. “We’ll start with you, Jeremy, and once you’re finished we’ll go around the circle until we get back to me. When you’re ready.”
“Do you want to stand up?” Jeremy asked and the therapist nodded at him. He stood up and Zack got a chance to look at the man. He had short black hair that swept across his face, but underneath it, he could see in his eyes that the man had problems. While he was slender, he didn’t look like he was sickeningly thin.
“Hi, my name is Jeremy. I am 24-years-old and I am from Houston, Texas.” Jeremy started. Everyone watched as he took a deep breath before continuing. “I have been forcing myself to binge and purge since I was 15. I’ve always had low self-esteem and I thought that maybe if I could have that perfect body then I would be accepted by my peers. But I never was and I had to push myself until I achieved perfection.” He paused for another moment. “I was recently told by my dentist that I have to have dentures along my bottom row of teeth, along with other medical problems. My parents don’t even have dentures yet!” He groaned. “My goal at being here is to break the hold that this disease has over me. I don’t want to be afraid of gaining weight and I definitely don’t want my set of bathroom scales to rule my life anymore.”
“Thank you, Jeremy.” Dr. Frazer said as she applauded with the rest of the group as Jeremy sat back down. “When you’re ready, Ken.”
The man named Ken stood up and when Zack looked at him, he felt his heart break. The man had short blonde hair, and while he was a very handsome man, it was hard to get past the fact that he was painfully thin, his skin stretched across his face that made him look almost like a skull. His eyes were also having trouble getting past all the scars that were both on the outside and inside of his arms.
“Hi, my name is Ken. I am 29-years-old and I am from San Francisco, California.” Ken took a deep breath before he began talking again. “I’ve been on a diet since I was the age of 13. I watched my mum struggle with the same disorder I have but she lost her battle. When she passed away, I fell into my own hole of depression and that’s when I really felt my life begin to be controlled by my bathroom scales.” He stopped for a moment. “At my lowest, I was 85 pounds. That was around the same time I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. I’ve been self-harming myself since my mother passed away when I was 17. The anti-depressant medication they gave me caused me to gain weight so I stopped them abruptly and worked out excessively, which made my mental state worse.” He stopped for a moment again. “I was admitted to hospital a few years ago and was forced to gain weight by the staff there. I’ve mostly stayed the same weight but I still struggle with my inner demons everyday.”
“I’ve also been told I have low blood pressure and that I am anemic. And I have been unfortunate enough to pass kidney stones.” Ken paused again for a moment, taking another deep breath. “I am at this centre mainly because my partner wants me to finally beat this. He is willing to support me through this and I am very happy to do anything for him, as well as for myself. I have realized that I can’t let this be my life. I don’t want to die and I want to get better.”
“Thank you, Ken.” Dr. Frazer said with a smile as she wrote down her notes while the others clapped. “When you’re ready, Tom.”
Tom stood up and Zack once again felt a pain for the man. He had short, shaven brown hair, but he could see the pain the other man had in just how thin he was. There was a part of him that was thankful that he didn’t have to witness that there would be another man that was as painfully thin as Ken. He watched Tom from next to him as he fumbled with his fingers, he was obviously nervous and wasn’t comfortable in his current situation.
“Hi, my name is Tom. I am 26-years-old and I am from Sacramento, California.” Tom took a deep breath before he continued. “I have been on a diet since the age of 15. That diet has decreased significantly over the years, leaving me with sometimes eating one meal a day and exercising excessively, running up to and over ten miles a day.” He paused for a moment as he took another deep breath. “I’ve been diagnosed with depression since I was 17. I have often thought about self-harming in the way of cutting, but I was always too scared to. I’ve recently began controlling how and what my family eats. I still live at home with my parents, but they are getting more then a little fed up with my actions. They’ve called my tyrannical and all other names.” He paused for a moment again. “I am here to try and break the hold that this disease has over me. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to have to exercise excessively like I do. I want to be better.”
“Thank you, Tom.” Dr. Frazer said with a smile as she joined in with all the applause. “When you’re ready, Zack.”
Zack felt incredibly nervous as he slowly made his way to his feet. He could feel the six sets of eyes watching his every move carefully as he took a deep breath as he tried to not overanalyze the situation. But he found that incredibly hard as he felt the intense pressure to finally admit to his problems.
“Hi, my name is Zack. I am 25-years-old and I am from Huntington Beach, California.” He paused and took another deep breath; he could feel the heat as his cheeks started to flush red. “I’ve always had low self-esteem. When I was a teenager, I used to self-harm very frequently, almost to the point where I used it as an excuse. I tried to delve myself into playing my guitar, practicing and practicing until my fingers started to bleed. And I used to think I was pretty good. Until I met someone who outshone me in every aspect of my life.” He took a deep breath; he had never shared any of this with anyone before. “I forced myself onto an extreme diet because I wanted to look like him. I practiced more and more each night just because I wanted to have the skills like him.”
“But me and him are very close now. He’s my best friend, but I still would give up anything to be like him. I have travelled the world with my band and have girls throw themselves at me, but I never had to confidence to do anything about it.” Zack took another breath as he regained his thoughts. “I feel guilty about eating most of the time. I used to think that if I purged straight afterwards that all those disgusting calories would be washed out of my system. I didn’t care that there was blood coming up with it.” He stopped again. “I am here to try and release the strangle hold that these diseases have over me. I want to be the best that I can be, not only for myself but for my friends.”
“Thank you, Zack.” Dr. Frazer responded robotically, clapping her hands along with everyone else. “When you’re ready, Daniel.”
Zack turned to his right, his feeling of self-consciousness had now passed, but even as he looked at the frail, skinny man that stood next to him, he could still feel eyes on him coming from someone in the room. He watched the man next to him carefully, trying to ignore the feeling of someone watching. Daniel had honey brown, short hair. If you looked past the fact that he looked like he was about to snap, the man was quite beautiful.
“Hi, my name is Daniel. I am 19-years-old and I am from Atlanta, Georgia.” Daniel said with a slight smile as he slurred on his accent. “I have been modeling since I was the age of 4 and from the age of 10, I have been on a very controlled diet, thanks to my mother. My food intake has decreased significantly since that time, and my exercise regime has increased dramatically since then as well. When I was 15, I was signed to Wilhelmina Modeling agency and that’s when my weight hit its lowest. I weighed 95 pounds at my lowest and was hospitalized and was forced to gain weight by the doctors there.” He paused for a moment. “When I was 18, I freed myself from the management role of my mother, but I still couldn’t break this trend that she had engrained into my brain that that was what I had to do. My aim of being here is to find out what I can do to be a healthy weight. I never wanted to be like that, but I always felt like I was forced. I want to be happy when I look in the mirror and not terrified.”
“Thank you, Daniel.” Dr. Frazer said with a smile as she applauded along with everyone else. “And finally, we have David. Whenever you’re ready.”
The last man that stood up looked so different to everyone else in the room; it was almost a wonder why he was here. As he stood up, Zack could see all of the veins in the man’s bulging arm almost popping out. The man had short, shaven black hair with a small bit of facial hair on his chin. The man had to have weighed almost 300 pounds, with every single part of body looking like it was muscle and it was ready to explode.
“Hi, my name is David. I am 30-years-old and I am from Washington, DC.” David said, after taking a deep breath, but he looked anything but relieved to be there. “I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really know why I’m here. I don’t have an eating disorder. I am built this way because I am a professional wrestler. It is my job to look this way.” He stopped for a moment. “This is fuckin’ stupid. I shouldn’t even be here!” He threw his hands up in the air before landing back on the chair.
“David, you are because you’re girlfriend is concerned about you, isn’t that right?” Dr. Frazer asked quietly, her pen poised to her pad of paper.
David gritted his teeth at the doctor before he responded. “She thinks that I am abusing steroids and that I have some stupid ‘Adonis’ complex going on. But it’s not true! She doesn’t understand that everyone I work with looks like this or are even bigger!”
Dr. Frazer scribbled down some notes on her paper before she spoke again. “Can you not see that she is concerned?”
David let out a heavy groan. “She doesn’t understand, and neither do you!” He yelled before he stood up and stormed out of the large reception hall, slamming the door as he left the glass nearly shattering out of the panes.
Dr. Frazer took a deep breath, composing herself before she finally spoke again. “I think we will leave it there for now. Please go back to your rooms and you will notified when it is lunch time. Think of it as a reflection period.” She quickly said the last bit as he stood up and almost ran out of the door, the click clacking of her heels on the wooden floorboards were the only sound that could be heard.
The remaining five men quickly stood up and went the same path out of the reception hall and to their respective bedrooms. Zack didn’t stop until he reached the one that had the number ‘7’ hanging on it. He smiled as he turned the knob on the door, maybe his friends would be closer to him then he ever thought.
But as he stepped into his room and shut the door behind him, he could feel the anxiety and the doubt as it washed over him. He had to remember to breathe as he landed flat on his back and stared at the cream ceiling above him. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid to let himself get caught up in this and actually believe that he could be cured of something like this, when there were so many other people at the place that clearly had worse problems then he did.
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. He didn’t know if he could do this by himself.
a/n: told you it was going to be a long one! lol. i cant beliebe i managed to pump this chapter out so quickly. thank you for reading and reviewing, as always :)
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