Disclaimer; Hello. :D Yes, I'm back. I started writing this story in hopes of getting back into my LoD fics. Until then, please enjoy my Avenged Sevenfold story. I OWN NOTHING.

"Chance! Chance! Stop!" I heard him yelling but it didn't phase me. At this point, nothing could.

"Shut up, Zacky. Just SHUT UP! Stop fucking telling me what to do, stop trying to control my life!" I yelled through my tears, letting an empty vodka bottle soar at his head. There was glass everywhere...

"Chance, I'm trying to fucking help you. Calm down! Just, please, calm down. Just fucking listen to me!" He had taken a step towards me. I bolted back, cowering, shaking from my rage.

"What were you thinking, huh? You just fucking got out of the hospital and you're doing the same thing that got you in there in the first place! We're worried, we're all fucking worried out of our fucking skulls about you. Let me help you!"

I launched the next thing closest to me, which had been my phone. His reflexes were too quick; he had dodged it like he dodged everything else I'd thrown his way. I reached behind me, blindly feeling for something else in case he took one step closer. He wouldn't understand, they wouldn't understand. I was going through the worst pain I'd ever experienced; I was all alone like I knew I always had been.

"Leave me ALONE!" I screamed, ready to let whatever was in my hand fly.

"Not until you tell me what's going on!"

"NO! You won't fucking understand, NO BODY will fucking understand Zacky. Fucking leave, get the fuck out of my house!"

"Understand what? Chance, talk to me." His hand reached out and his eyes, his beautiful green eyes, begged and pleaded for me to take it. I choked back a sob, backing myself into a corner.

Zacky had seized this opportunity to try and grab me.

I shoved him.

"I hate you, Zacky!"

Another shove.

"I fucking hate you!" I didn't mean it.

Another shove.

I tried shoving him a fourth time but he could sense it was coming. When I threw my arms out in front of me, he grabbed them and pulled me in tight. The screams I tried so hard to keep quite, the tears I tried desperately to hold in spilled out louder than ever, filling every nook and cranny of my house, echoing it back to us, as I pounded on his chest the best that I could. I hoped the slams of my tiny fist would be enough to weaken his grip but he only held me tighter, running his hand over my hair, placing soft kisses on my temples as I screamed into the jacket he'd been wearing.

Life had been so much easier before I met the boys...