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Last Chance	By : midnightrocker1212 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know/own Aveneged Sevenfold. This is a work of fiction and none of this has happened to my knowledge. Lastly, I do not make any profits from writing this story. Enjoy!.

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The pitter-patter of rain could be heard throughout the house and the massive, gray clouds lingered in the late afternoon sky. The members of Avenged Sevenfold sat in the living room, watching a movie and enjoying the company of each other. One of the members could not be found among them and was in his room after being excused from the afternoon activities.

Being accustomed to his episodes, none of them noticed the problem that has been plaguing Zacky. The bouts of depression have been caused by troublesome thoughts. The sadness and self-loathing have been controlling him for quite some time. Images of fans booing at him tore him apart at night in his subconscious. The feeling of loneliness is overwhelming and what Zacky feels for Brian runs deeper than mere friendship. What he feels is something that he has been taught would send him to hell.

To cope with the unwanted feelings, he developed a habit that he easily covered up with long sleeves or tattoos. The thought of stopping is incomprehensible. Once a person starts, they can’t stop. It’s as addicting as a drug. When he self mutilates, he’s in control. He makes his own pain and he can stop it whenever he wants. The physical pain relieves the mental and for a brief moment, it’s the focus of his attention. When the mental pain comes back, it’s weaker. Drugs and sex can do the same, but nothing is like the sharpness of a razor.

"My arm is itching
Friends disappointed
I’m always wishing
They are scared
Of a cycle never ending
The line has been crossed
They don’t know what can be done
My vision has faded
They don’t understand the fun
Of being lying on the ground jaded
For me there is no hope
Of being helped
When they are smoking dope
There is no such thing as being saved."

“My scars should be a memory charm bracelet. Each a reminder of its event, but maybe the most disturbing thing is, that for the most part, I can’t remember what lead to each wound. I just know that I cut out all the frustration, humiliation, insecurity, guilt, loneliness, and hatred. They were like a caustic poison that I needed to drain from my blood. Feelings like that are unacceptable.”*

“I take the blade and run it gently across my wrist, it cuts deeper and deeper. The blood leaks out and slowly runs down my arm, then it stops and the pain disappears.”

"Fingers twitching,
Mind wishing,
Oh, how I want to bleed.

Razor shining,
Self control vanishing,
Oh, how I can feel my need.

Blood flowing,
Ecstasy feeling,
Oh, how I love to see myself bleed.

Digging deeper,
Feeling weaker,
My needs have been fed.

The blade brings me closer.
Oh, how I wish to be dead."

“I want to cut for the cut itself, for the severing of veins and arteries. I need to cut like the way your lungs cry out for air when swimming laps. I love watching the dark scarlet trails of my own blood trailing down my arm, soothing me.”*

“The only thing worse than being hated is being ignored because when they hate you, they at least acknowledge you.”

Zacky’s diary is riddles with entries such as those, the tales of feelings and wondering. Today may have been like any other day for the rest of the members, but not to Zacky for today is the day he made the decision to end it all.

He lay upon his bed with wounds lacing both his wrists to ensure his death. A letter to his precious people lay next to him.
I won’t see you tonight.

As he lay dying, he thought about his sinful feelings towards Brian and how he was truly the only person who made a difference in his life. Zacky could feel his life slipping away from him.

While his final moments of consciousness encroached upon him, Brian opened the door to only be shocked at the scene before him. The image of Zacky bleeding to his own demise will stay forever burned in retinas. Brian rushed over to Zacky, took both of his hands into his own and let out a word that held so much emotion.

“Why?”

Brian knew that it was now or never. It was his last chance to tell Zacky.

“I love you.”

Zacky’s eyes widened as much as they could. As his eyes began to shut, he let out a breathless whisper:

“Then save me.”

Author Note:

Please review! Let me know if I should write a follow up.

* These are some quotes that I have found, but have twisted them to fit my opinion of the subject.
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