Zack Point of View
'How could this happen?' Zack thought to himself,holding his head in his hands.
He felt tears sting his eyes as he lifted his head and saw Cody,helpless,lying in a hopital bed.
'He said he would stop.Why didn't he keep his promise?'
Zack choked back a sob as he remembered the fight that had started the tragedy.
Flash back
"How could you do that to me? I'm already low on the social ladder as it is.What's your problem!" Cody yelled fiercely,tears welling up in his eyes.
Zack scoffed.
"You're my problem! You told the whole school about my fear of spiders.I have a reputation to keep,unlike you!" Zack yelled back from the couch.
"It's not like I meant to! But telling the whole school about Blankie was just too far,Zack!" Cody yelled shakily,wiping his tear-stricken face with his sleeve.
"Oh,stop being so sensitive! Seriously,you're so annoying! Sometimes I wish you would just dissapear!" Zack screamed,before realizing what he had just said.
Zack groaned to himself,knowing he had gone too far,and was taken aback at the amount of hurt spread across Cody's blotchy face.
"Fine.If that's what you want," Cody replied weakly. "Unfortunately,I can't dissapear right now.But don't worry.I'll be gone sooner or later."
"Aw,come on-" Zack began,but Cody had already run into their bedroom,slamming the door behind him.
Cody Point of View
Cody wiped his face in frustration,breathing deeply while sitting with his back against the bedroom door.
'God.Why am I such a loser?' Cody thought miserabely. 'I don't blame Zack for wanting me to dissapear.'
Cody had always been bothered about his loser status,about being unnoticed by everyone who would walk by.
But lately,it had been worse.He had lately been feeling an undescribable depression,telling himself that he was worthless,that he was just the loser who everyone was disgusted by.
Pushing himself up from the bedroom floor,Cody wondered what to do.
He miserabely walked across the room and picked up his iPod,skimming through his media list.
Still skimming,Cody quietly opened their bedroom door.He looked up and saw Zack lazily flipping through the T.V. channels.
"Nothing on," he heard Zack mumble.
Cody continued to walk across the living room until he was standing in front of the bathroom door.
He slowly turned the doorknob and walked into the cold bathroom,shutting the door behind him.
Finally he found a song for the moment; 'Wounded' by Good Charlotte.
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneath my skin
Normally,Cody wouldn't be listening to this music.He thought listening to people scream into a microphone was a waist of time.But this song was different.
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
Not only did they actually speak the words,but Cody felt that he could relate to the words themselves.
I try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
Cody bent over the sink,placing his forehead on the coolness of the medicine-cabinet mirror.
He opened the cabinet,looking for the anti-depression pills stashed safely in an old aspirin bottle.But his eyes soon rested on something much more interesting; an opened package of razors.