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Something In My Head	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Zack was *not* happy. For the past two days he and Matt had been curled in their bunks sicker than dogs, in pain, and now there was something wrong with the other guys. They weren’t doing anything blatantly obvious, but even in his sick and drugged state Zack could feel the tension radiating from them.

Jimmy and Johnny were the two biggest culprits, they hadn’t talked to each other in the two days Zack and Matt had been sick. Usually they wouldn’t shut up, now the bus was painfully silent and void of any feeling of camaraderie that was there before. Like a wraith Jimmy moved past Zack’s bunk with barely a whisper of sound, there was anger in his silent quick steps and the hard set of his face.

Reality: We need to fix this
Denial: It’s none of our business
Reality: They’re making us worry, which is making us feel sicker. This is officially our business.
Zack felt his mouth go dry and his stomach twisted, for the third time that morning he rolled out of his bunk and ran to the bathroom.

“'These might make you a little sick’, bullshit woman, bull-shit.” Zack muttered sarcastically flushing the toilet, he felt bile rise in his throat again as the bus gently rocked side to side. He slowly sat in front of the sink trying to force the nausea back, no luck; he leaned forward and threw up again.
Reality: What the hell?! How are we still throwing up, we haven’t eaten anything in two fucking days!
Denial: We ate some crackers last night
Reality: And we threw them up last night too
Denial: …Did not
Reality: Its bad enough the bus is going back and forth we don’t need you to add to it

“Hey Zacky,” Matt appeared in the doorway and gave him a tired smile, “you okay?” He carefully walked in and sat down next to the guitarist. Zack groaned and rested his head on Matt’s shoulder, Matt sighed and leaned his head against Zack’s, “Yeah, I’m thinking I’d be better off in more pain than sick.” Zack nodded and then regretted the movement when he felt bile rise in his throat and the room spun, he groaned again.

“Are you guys okay?” Synyster was looking at them worriedly from the doorway; Matt answered by leaning forward and throwing up, Zack gave him a pitiful look and snuggled next to Matt when he leaned back.

“Shit guys,” he crouched next to Matt looking from one to the other with an agonized expression, “you’re supposed to be getting better.” He began running his fingers through Zack’s hair easing him into a restless doze; Matt leaned against Brian and fell into an uncomfortable slumber.

Zack woke in a cold sweat with the coppery taste of fear in his mouth, he hated that dream, actually he hated the unpredictability of it, sometimes he would be saved and other times he would be ripped and mutilated.

Reality: Why are we still scared? We’ve been having the same stupid nightmare on and off for the past three years, we should be used to it.
Denial: Well we’re not
Sex Drive: Let’s go sleep with Matt
Denial: No, he’ll probably throw up on us
Sex Drive: …well, if he throws up on us we’ll just have to take a shower and since he’ll feel bad we could maybe get him in with us…I say we go for it!
Reality: We are not so desperate we need someone to vomit on us just so we can get laid
Sex Drive: No, but we’re getting close
Denial: No, that’s gross
Sex Drive: Totally worth it
Reality: Ugh >.< let’s go watch TV

Zack lightly padded to the back lounge and opened the door to peek in; Jimmy was stretched out on the couch staring at the ceiling. Zack hesitated; unsure of the drummer’s mood, if he was cranky Zack really didn’t want to deal with him.

“You can come in ya’ know.” Zack nearly jumped to the other end of the bus, the Rev turned to look at him with a slightly amused expression on his face.

Reality: Dammit Rev
Denial: I swear there are days he wants us dead
Reality: Or covered in vomit
Sex Drive: Well lookie at this, Jimmy all stretched out on the couch, everyone else is asleep…
Reality: Jimmy is with Johnny and you will have nothing to do with either of them

Zack walked into the room, “Do you want the door closed?”

“I don’t care.” He sat up and looked at Zack with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Zack watched him warily; he closed the door only halfway in case he decided to make a hasty retreat.

Reality: What’s wrong with him?
Denial: Worry
Sex Drive: I think he needs to be laid
Reality: He looks kinda pissy…
Denial: No he doesn’t, he looks worried
Sex Drive: He looks like he needs a good fuck
Reality/Denial: Shut UP!!
Sex Drive: =p

Zack walked over cautiously and sat next to the drummer still watching him, Jimmy looked at him quizzically, “I’m not gonna bite.”

“Uh-huh…” Zack was still watching him like a frightened animal. Jimmy cocked his head to the side, “What?”

“You seem pissy and irritated and I don’t wanna deal with you if ya’ are.” Zack answered truthfully, readying himself for a mad dash to the door. Jimmy sighed and gently pulled Zack over to him, “I’m not pissy, well, a little, but I’m not mad at you.” Zack looked up at him, he was thinking about just going back to his bunk and trying to go back to sleep, but Jimmy had an unusual forlorn stare that Zack couldn’t readily ignore.

“What’s wrong Jimmy?” He snuggled closer to the drummer and relaxed against him.

“Hm? It’s nothing.” He tried to brush it off, but Zack refused to let it go

Reality: Its gotta be Johnny, those two have been acting weird around each other since we got on the bus
Denial: I say it’s Syn; he’s been acting weird too
Sex Drive: I say everyone needs to get laid tonight, starting with us.

“You’re arguing with Johnny.” The arm that was lightly wrapped around Zack’s shoulders tightened minutely,“No.” Zack didn’t say anything for a moment, then when it became obvious the drummer wasn’t going to give anything up without a fight he sighed and looked up at him, “Jimmy I know there’s something wrong, I always do, now what is it?” he really didn’t feel like going through a long process to figure out what they were arguing about. Jimmy looked down at him a little surprised, “What’s wrong with you?” Zack sighed again, “Noth—,” he stopped and gave a quiet laugh, “I’m a fucking hypocrite.” Jimmy lightly squeezed his shoulders and waited patiently.

“I dunno what it is, I mean you and Johnny are fighting, Brian’s been acting weird and now that stupid dream’s back. And being miserable for the past two days hasn’t helped anything, I think I’m just stressed.” Zack pressed his ear to Jimmy’s shoulder and faintly heard the steady ‘thump’ of his heart.

“What dream?” Jimmy sounded confused and worried. Zack shivered, “the one where I can’t get away and that corpse thing comes after me and…” Zack stopped, he hated even talking about the damn thing, it scared him and he really didn’t know why.

“You haven’t had that one in a long time, I thought it was gone.” Jimmy slipped his fingers through Zack’s soft hair calming the guitarist.

“Your turn.” Zack tilted his head and Jimmy started running his fingers up and down his neck.

“It’s…it’s something we need to work out. I just need to talk to him.” Jimmy’s fingers stilled and then started rubbing light circles at the base of Zack’s neck.

“Now whaddaya mean ‘Brian’s acting weird’? He seems fine to me.” Zack was almost asleep, but he roused himself enough to answer his question.

“That’s because you’ve been hiding back here. He’s just…I dunno, not Brian. He seems like he’s stressing about something, but then other times he seems…ugh, I don’t know, just watch him you’ll see it.” Zack relaxed again and drifted into a sleep fraught with terrifying nightmares.

“Zack, Zacky, wake up Zacky. It’s alright Zack nothing’s gonna hurt you, wake up.” The distant voice broke through the dark veil of the nightmare like a small ray of sunshine, but only for a second before the hideous corpse twisted and mangled the comforting light with a malicious cackle. Zack felt adrenaline pulsing through his veins as he tried again and again to move his legs and the rotting cadaver laughed again and slammed his putrid fist through Zack’s chest.

Zack woke up screaming, something was holding him down and covering his mouth, he went into a panic and tried to get away, he couldn’t move. He was stuck in the dream again and soon the corpse man would come to tear and mangle him, Zack screamed again.

“Zack!!” Zack’s cheek stung from harsh slap, but he was definitely fully awake.

Reality: What the hell *was that*?!
Denial: Stupid, stupid fucking dream!
Sex Drive: I’m all for being tied down, but that was a little much

Zack could feel his heart thundering safely inside his chest, his ragged panting was making his lungs burn for a more stable source of air. There was a soft murmuring in his ear and gentle, soothing caresses on his face and down his chest.

“Zacky, its okay, relax, nothing’s gonna hurt you. Shhh, it’s gone, we’re right here ‘kay, breathe, you’re alright.” Matt’s low voice destroyed the last remnants of hysteria and chased away the horrible carcass from his dream; Zack started to shake, his breathing still hadn’t calmed, but he could hear his heart slowing.

“Oh Zacky, we’re right here, calm down.” Brian gently wiped away the tear tracks on his face. Jimmy and Johnny were kneeling next to the couch; the tension that had been between them was gone.

Reality: Christ, we’ve never done that before
Denial: We did when we were little
Reality: Fine, we haven’t freaked out like that since we were four =p
Sex Drive: Well if we get to be this close to Matt, I say we freak out every night

“Better?” Matt’s lips lightly brushed his ear, Zack turned and buried his head in the crook of Matt’s neck and let the warm aroma of his skin pull him into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

A/N: Muhaha, there’s one mystery unraveled, but what of the others…
And, I haven’t done this spiel in a while, if you like my story I would strongly recommend you go read ‘rurouni_agra’s fiction “Questioning” and praise her for coming up with the idea of ‘reality, denial, sex drive’ =D
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