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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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The show was going beautifully, the crowd was hyped, the energy level of the band was almost palpable, needless to say the show was definitely making up for the shitty start to the day.

“He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man!” Matt growled out the opening lines to ‘Bat Country’ and sent the crowd into frenzy. Zack trotted to the other side of the stage when Syn started his solo, he pulled up next to the guitarist right as the duet started, Matt was hanging back by Rev letting the dueling guitars have the limelight; Johnny was on the other side of the stage hammering out the bass line.

Reality: I love this song
Denial: You love all the songs
Reality: …I love this song
Denial: Whatever

They only had a few seconds of the duel left when Zack felt something hit him from behind, the force sent him stumbling to his left, he heard a loud snap and felt a small breeze ruffle his hair.

Reality: What the hell?!
Denial: We must’ve tripped
Reality: On what, we weren’t even fucking moving!

Again something hit him, this time from the front and this time, it hurt. Zack felt white hot pain rip through his torso.

Reality: What the *Hell* is that!?
Denial: Muscle cramp
Sex Drive: *hiding*

Zack fell to the stage gasping for air, every labored breath sent wave after wave of nauseating pain through his body. A strong hand wrapped around his arm and dragged him back, away from the front of the stage; the sharp jerk ripped a shriek of pain from him as his body twisted painfully. Something warm and sticky was soaking his shirt; darkness began to creep into his vision.

Reality: Ya’ know, its not really hurting as much
Denial: Yes it does, we just can’t feel it
Reality: That doesn’t make sense
Denial: Yes it does

The grip on his arm lessoned and then disappeared; it was replaced by a firm pressure near his stomach that intensified the pain tenfold. Zack screamed again and gagged as something warm bubbled up his throat.

Denial: See, told you it still hurt
Reality: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck shit, fuck

“Shit, Zacky I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you’re bleeding too much.” The scared voice was familiar but through the haze of pain clouding his brain he couldn’t place it; he decided it didn’t matter and began to give into the cloying darkness that was pressing on his mind.

“Zacky, stay awake, come on Zacky, Zack, you have to stay awake, Zack!” The voice sounded like it was crying; he hated it when people cried it was always so awkward. Trying to keep the voice happy he opened his eyes and saw a blurry familiar face, but like the voice he couldn’t place it and eventually decided he didn’t care. He closed his eyes again, “Dammit Zacky don’t you dare fuckin’ die on me!” The voice was far away, the last word only an echo as Zack fell into unconsciousness.

He didn’t know where he was, it was dark, there were strange sounds surrounding him, it hurt every time he took a breath and something had his right side pinned down.

Reality: What the hell?
Denial: That’s it, we’re in hell, we fuckin’ died
Sex Drive: *Still hiding*
Mentally preparing himself for pain, fire, and torture for eternity Zack slowly opened his eyes.
Reality: No fire? No foul smelling sulfur? I don’t think we’re dead
Denial: Yes we are; this is part of the torture
Reality: That doesn’t make sense, wait, if this is hell shouldn’t we be in pain?
Denial: We are; we just can’t feel it
Reality: That doesn’t—never mind

Once his vision cleared Zack saw Synyster staring out a medium sized window into the cloudy day, the Rev was dozing in the chair next to him, his head resting lightly on Syn’s hip. On Zack’s right Johnny slept, head on his shoulder, lightly gripping his arm.

Reality: See, we’re not dead
Denial: Yes we are they must’ve died too
Reality: We’re not dead
Denial: Yes we are
Sex Drive: Aww, look at how cute Johnny is!
Reality: SD, do you feel dead?
Sex Drive: I don’t know, find Matt and I’ll tell ya’ ^_~
Denial: See, we are dead and this is hell
Reality: I don’t see how that proves your point
Denial: If we were alive he would still be hiding and we wouldn’t have to deal with him
Reality: …We’re not dead; I think we’re in a hospital
Sex Drive: Where’s Matt
Reality: Dammit SD, we just woke up, we are not going to start—wait, where is Matt?

“Zacky?” Synyster’s quiet voice ended Zack’s mental squabble, he gave the lead guitarist a small, tired smile, “Hey.” His voice was scratchy and barely more than a whisper.

“I’d come over there, but,” he lightly rested a hand on the back of Rev’s head, “this is the first time in like two days he’s actually been asleep.”

Sex Drive: That’s so cute ^_^
Reality: It’s been two days!?
Denial: He said ‘like two days’ it’s probably only been one

“It’s been two days?” That would explain the hoarse voice. Syn nodded, “Two very long days.” He looked out the window again lost in thought, Zack felt a ball of dread beginning to form in his stomach, he searched around the room again, “Syn, where’s Matt?”

“ICU, he’s been there since he got out of surgery.” He kept looking out the window.

Reality: Why aren’t they with him?
Denial: He’s probably dead; they just don’t want us to know
Sex Drive: When did you turn into a doomsday voice?
Reality: Seriously
Denial: I am not a doomsday voice
Reality: All you’ve said since we woke up is ‘we’re dead’ and ‘Matt’s dead’
Denial: Have not
Reality: Why do I even bother *rolls eyes*

“Why aren’t you with him?” Zack could feel dread turning to fear.

“They won’t let us see him, he’s not stable enough.” Syn’s voice was distant, like he was talking more to himself than Zack.

“What happened?” He didn’t like the way Syn was acting.

“You guys got shot; you only got hit once, in the stomach. Matt got hit twice, once in the chest and once in the stomach, you both almost bled to death on the way here.” His voice was a little more grounded but was still to distant to be of any comfort

Reality: We did? I don’t remember that
Denial: We were unconscious
Reality: How did we almost bleed to death, we got hit in the stomach? Right
Sex Drive: Yep
Reality: Shut up, you don’t know, you weren’t there
Sex Drive: :p

“I almost bled to death, how the hell? I just got hit in the stomach.” Zacky gave him a confused look.

“Yeah, but you needed three blood transfusions when they finally gotcha here.”

“Zacky?” Johnny’s eyes fluttered open.

Sex Drive: Adorable, kiss ‘em
Reality/Denial: *DON’T*!!!
Sex Drive: Fine *pouts*
Johnny sat up and stared at him,

Reality: What?
Sex Drive: Maybe he’s going to kiss us
Denial: No

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His voice was choked with unshed tears.

Reality: What, when did he hurt us?
Denial: He didn’t, what the hell is he talking about?
Sex Drive: Aww Johnny its okay, let’s kiss and make up
Denial: Dammit, go hide again
Zack gave him a bewildered look, “Johnny I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t think or remember you ever hurting me, unless you’re talkin’ about the time you hit me in the head with your bass?” Johnny buried his head back into his shoulder, “When you got shot I-I tried to stop…you were bleeding so much, I didn’t know what to do.” Zack felt wetness seeping through the shoulder of his hospital gown, “Johnny, its okay, I’d rather be in pain than dead.”

Reality: Oh…now I remember
Denial: No we don’t
Reality: Yes we do it felt like-
Denial: No, we don’t
Reality: ‘Kay, fine, prick
Sex Drive: Maybe he should kiss us better
Denial: Why don’t you go back to hiding

Johnny didn’t move his breathing hitched as a fresh wave of tears soaked Zack’s shoulder. Sighing Zack nuzzled the bassist’s short hair, after a few minutes his breathing began to even out and he was soon sleeping again. Synyster hadn’t moved, as far as Zacky could tell he truly had disappeared into his own little world.

Sex Drive: I bet a quick smooch would bring him back
Reality: Leave him alone, he’s gotta be worried sick about Matt
Denial: What about us?
Reality: If he wasn’t worried about us he would be pacing around outside of Matt’s door

The Rev shifted, sitting up he rubbed his eyes and looked up at Syn who continued to look out the window. After a moment he turned away from the despondent guitarist and glanced over at Zacky, doing a double-take he got up and walked over to the bed, “You’re awake?” He kneeled next to Johnny who stirred but didn’t wake. Zacky smiled, “Yeah, I woke up a little while ago.” Rev rubbed his eyes again, he looked exhausted.

“Go back to sleep man, I’m fine and you know Johnny and Syn aren’t gonna let anyone get near me without going through a background check.” Rev gave a quite laugh, “That’s true; it took us ten minutes to convince Johnny that the doctors weren’t going to hurt you.”

Reality: I swear he’s better protection than the body guards we’re assigned
Denial: Ten minutes? Good Lord Johnny
Sex Drive: That’s so sweeeeet

“Why does that not surprise me.” Zack rolled his eyes, “Is Syn okay? He’s been zoned out since I woke up.” Zack was staring at him worriedly.

“He’s been like that since Matt died.”

A/N: O.o Dun-dun-dunnn! What happened to Matt?! I know and eventually you will too
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